Finding Something Friday on Writing Awards and Tornado Tales

I’m sitting here, listening to birds outside my window. The sunlight throws a checkerboard pattern against the sheer curtains, and my spiderwort’s dripping with indigo blooms. In short, it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

It’s hard to believe that many folks in my neighboring counties, in my neighboring states, aren’t having such a beautiful day. The birds might be singing, but their notes may be closer to songs of distress at finding their treetop homes gone. The sun still shines through plaid shirts flapping from torn-in-two power line poles. And it always amazes me to see a flower bed, bursting with reds, blues and yellows, perfectly intact ten yards from a flattened house.

Nature is beautiful yet oh, so powerful, and my heart and prayers go out to all those affected by the recent tornadoes. I’m sure there are many stories, and perhaps one of these tales or essays will be told for the Whispering Prairie Press Writing Awards.

They’re looking for poetry, flash fiction, and essays, and the entry fee is $5.00. Deadline’s June 30, 2011. Maybe by then, it will be a beautiful day in the neighborhood for us all.

Finding Something (on a Good) Friday

When I was a kidder, Good Friday was…quiet. Around noon, a somberness would settle over the everyday activities, culminating in an evening service that left all spiritually bereft. Even children could sense the sadness of this sacred day.

These days, I’m not sure Good Friday is that much different from any other Friday. Kids have baseball games, adults have to work late into the evening, moms rush around with last minute shopping for Easter dinners. I mean, if aliens crash landed on Earth today, they might wonder why humans were making such a fuss about recycling (It’s also Earth Day). But would they notice anything else?

Would they find the spiritual quiet of Good Friday?

Sisters of the Quill Unite!


As you may recall, I was recently awarded the illustrious Sisters of the Quill from the illustrious Donna, over at Donna’s Book Pub. And if you do not recall the awarding of such, I’m here to remind you.

Apparently, I have been ” deemed a quill-driver, a writer, a scribe, a schrivener, an author worthy of recognition.” That’s pretty swell, don’t you think?

And furthermore, I am “welcome to share this award with deserving writer friends.”

As you can imagine, I have a TON of deserving writer friends. But ever since I looked up The Highlander the other day, I’ve been on a “There can be only one” kick. Frankly, after perusing the pics of Adrian Paul (my favorite Highlander), I’m surprised I can think at all.

Bottom line: there shall be only one deserving writer, and she shall be…Tanya Valentine! Tanya is working on a couple of children’s books and I’m sure that one day, we’ll rush to grab her books off the the shelf. In the meantime, you can read her funny musings at her blog. She is one funny scribe.

And now, it is up to Tanya to pick up the Quill (Award, that is) and pass it on. All I ask is that you mention from whence it came before passing it on to the next deserving Sisters of the Quill (unite!).