tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post4495480452239711865..comments2023-05-24T08:06:43.882-04:00Comments on Romance Writer's Revenge: Magic of WordsTerri Osburnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-58159203341372975302012-04-19T10:52:52.460-04:002012-04-19T10:52:52.460-04:00So true, SIN.So true, SIN.JulieJustJuliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05944447023263004591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-89814308870871398952012-04-19T09:32:00.011-04:002012-04-19T09:32:00.011-04:00You're always pondering Jules.You're always pondering Jules.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-23220162085506895342012-04-18T23:55:39.637-04:002012-04-18T23:55:39.637-04:00What a beautiful blog, SIN. Had me pondering and r...What a beautiful blog, SIN. Had me pondering and reminiscing.JulieJustJuliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05944447023263004591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-83070979971635784852012-04-18T15:28:02.632-04:002012-04-18T15:28:02.632-04:00That room could have been really cool except my pa...That room could have been really cool except my parents weren't readers. They were however pack rats. (And still are.) That room became a fall out shelter you could barely walk through. I loved that old house. Almost 100 years old when we got it, I think. Three fire places, including one in the master bedroom. Only bad thing was you had to go through the master bedroom to get to mine and my sister's room.<br /><br />As you can imagine, that led to some not so good moments for a six year old. And I'm sure my parents weren't happy about my intrusion either.Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-75251066929211956142012-04-18T14:47:59.921-04:002012-04-18T14:47:59.921-04:00Chanceroo, I can't ever imagine you without a ...Chanceroo, I can't ever imagine you without a healthy imagination. I bet your childhood was filled with all kinds of epic stories.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-7337767539459336312012-04-18T14:47:19.277-04:002012-04-18T14:47:19.277-04:00That house also had something we called the Blue R...<i> That house also had something we called the Blue Room. Whoever lived there before us painted every surface blue, including the hard wood floor. Even the ceiling. That room had built in book shelves on every wall. </i><br /><br />This would be an awesome room for imagination.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-31640797123074179932012-04-18T14:46:19.925-04:002012-04-18T14:46:19.925-04:00I couldn't bear the thought of anyone reading ...<i> I couldn't bear the thought of anyone reading what was essentially my secret self. </i><br /><br />I'm still like this PK.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-38722288476182601852012-04-18T14:45:10.516-04:002012-04-18T14:45:10.516-04:00Hells, the librarian's desk sat to the immedia...Hells, the librarian's desk sat to the immediate left as you walked through the library door. To the right was four very tall shelves, four or five rows high that held the "big kid books" as I called them when I was little. Straight in front of you the wall was lined with shorter shelves, two levels tall, that had children books. Above the children's books was three short windows that allowed you to see the shop building. When you turned towards the left, in the back of the room, was the reference books and index. And there were three tables with chairs. The room was carpeted. The walls were lined with old books and it smelled really musty and dirty. There was a TV in the top far right hand corner. I can't ever remember watching anything in the library, so I always wondered why it was in there.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-13955422601421312252012-04-18T13:54:36.971-04:002012-04-18T13:54:36.971-04:00I knew some disturbing nuns, too. Luckily, the one...I knew some disturbing nuns, too. Luckily, the one who read my raw Conan type story was totally cool.<br /><br />We used to play pinpong in the convent with her.<br /><br />A blue room...that sounds nice. My Mom painted a room blue, but later redid the ceiling because the blue up there closed the room down a bit... Look much better with the white now.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01517092592545660754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-65295312348330211302012-04-18T12:36:10.843-04:002012-04-18T12:36:10.843-04:00I knew some disturbed nuns...
We never went to th...I knew some disturbed nuns...<br /><br />We never went to the library (outside of school) but when I was really young, my sister and I had giant bookshelves in our room covered in kids books. I don't even know where they all came from, but I'm sure they were damaged in the fire. (House burned when I was 8. We weren't there but lost everything, including the house.)<br /><br />That house also had something we called the Blue Room. Whoever lived there before us painted every surface blue, including the hard wood floor. Even the ceiling. That room had built in book shelves on every wall.<br /><br />I just realized I lived in a house with a library (though the shelves were empty) and never realized it. Huh.Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-13036528678445032722012-04-18T12:28:36.780-04:002012-04-18T12:28:36.780-04:00I think that's what my Dad finally figured, P....I think that's what my Dad finally figured, P. That having a horse was cheaper than having a pregnant teenage boy-crazed daughter. So feed the other crazy instead and she'll probably spend more time with the horse than boys. Probably a pretty close call though for him.Hellie Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933713255844695337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-57925850613948541062012-04-18T12:24:21.121-04:002012-04-18T12:24:21.121-04:00I remember daydreaming a lot, but the first writin...I remember daydreaming a lot, but the first writing that convinced me I was terribly blood thirsty was around 8th grade. An attempt at a Conan type epic...<br /><br />But for me it was daydreaming about being on a quest with Frodo. There was a field up the road from where we lived until I was in third grade that had a little creek and willows that draped over them...perfect Shire. Then in Monterey it was fog and giant cypress trees...<br /><br />I did like my Conan story, but the nun who read was a bit disturbed.<br /><br />By the story, she wasn't normally a disturbed nun.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01517092592545660754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-21052442257976757372012-04-18T12:21:39.486-04:002012-04-18T12:21:39.486-04:00What a lovely, lovely post. I can so relate, excep...What a lovely, lovely post. I can so relate, except, I never wrote anything creative until I was in my late twenties. Didn't finish the novel until I hit forty. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone reading what was essentially my secret self. (Still kind of neurotic about it.)<br /><br />I grew up in a lower middle class to poor Hispanic neighborhood. I was the only kid with a horse. My mom, despite being a single mom, decided that I was going to grow up horsey. So, every weekend, we drove to the outskirts of town to a riding stable where I got riding lessons. Funny thing, people always assumed we had money because we had horses; people still do. It's funny because keeping a horse is actually way cheaper than raising a kid. (Especially if you don't show or do any expensive stuff.)<br /><br />Anyway, loved this post. :)P. Kirbyhttp://www.patriciakirby.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-70602192571163543052012-04-18T12:21:01.392-04:002012-04-18T12:21:01.392-04:00Well, that's what had me confused. I was like,...Well, that's what had me confused. I was like, "There wasn't a second floor to the library at school! Did things change that much between when I was in high school and Sin was in grade school?"<br /><br />I'm drawing a blank to the old library details. I have the worst sense of setting imaginable. *LOL*Hellie Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933713255844695337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-78518690888608953652012-04-18T12:15:57.182-04:002012-04-18T12:15:57.182-04:00Yeah DBRL. But I could tell you what the old libra...Yeah DBRL. But I could tell you what the old library at the elementary/middle/high school looked like too in pretty good detail if you want me too. lolSinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-45315967801415630732012-04-18T12:14:29.517-04:002012-04-18T12:14:29.517-04:00Do you mean the Boone County Library, Sin? *trying...Do you mean the Boone County Library, Sin? *trying to remember old library* <br /><br />*LOL* I did have friends who didn't have horses either...so I would have believed it. *LOL* Still...we had LOTS of acreage. Why couldn't we have a horse? MARSHA had a horse.<br /><br />I liked closets too. And making tents in the livingroom.Hellie Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933713255844695337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-5642899163140336182012-04-18T11:51:36.095-04:002012-04-18T11:51:36.095-04:00Hells, did you ever read Ruffian? I wore the libra...Hells, did you ever read Ruffian? I wore the library copy out as a child.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-60437959514430841832012-04-18T11:50:59.529-04:002012-04-18T11:50:59.529-04:00Had you told me as a kid there were kids who didn&...Had you told me as a kid there were kids who didn't have horses, I probably wouldn't have believed you. <br /><br />Ter, the closet was my favorite place to hide and cry as a kid. I'm still rather fond of the closet when I feel the need to clamp down on any sort of overflowing emotional outbursts.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-22459112350058051042012-04-18T11:48:51.473-04:002012-04-18T11:48:51.473-04:00I've been reading for as long as I can remembe...I've been reading for as long as I can remember. I didn't speak but I loved books. And I was a decent kid as long as I had a book. Otherwise I was a demon. Better to give me a book and back away. <br /><br />I loved the big library. I can remember the way the old library looked. How the children's books were on the lower level right after the staircase that took you upstairs to the references. There were rows and rows of books. And I'd grab as many as I could carry and just sit in the aisle reading. The old library smelled musty and was kinda dark from bad lighting. But I still loved it. Saturdays were my favorite days as a kid.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-1582471578976564382012-04-18T11:38:41.205-04:002012-04-18T11:38:41.205-04:00I wanted a horse SO bad. My mother let me believe ...I wanted a horse SO bad. My mother let me believe "someday" I could get one. I remember the day I learned "someday" would never come. I was 9 and it crushed me. My mother found me crying at the back of a closet.Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-25673504393255354582012-04-18T11:36:18.522-04:002012-04-18T11:36:18.522-04:00I remember we went to the library in 1st grade, bu...I remember we went to the library in 1st grade, but I don't remember if I was reading yet. I remember checking out horse books though. *LOL* There was this one book I adored, a kid's book encyclopedia of horses. Big beautiful pictures of horses. <br /><br />Girls and horses. I think we're all almost horsemad. :)Hellie Sinclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933713255844695337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-14301302596820258622012-04-18T11:34:30.835-04:002012-04-18T11:34:30.835-04:00I didn't start reading until maybe the 2nd hal...I didn't start reading until maybe the 2nd half of 2nd grade. Y'all make me feel like a slacker.<br /><br />Yes. Yes she is.Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-27272666596861773832012-04-18T11:31:57.027-04:002012-04-18T11:31:57.027-04:00And seriously, little Agnes is the cutest little k...And seriously, little Agnes is the cutest little kid in animation.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-3401825881408081122012-04-18T11:31:31.477-04:002012-04-18T11:31:31.477-04:00I believe I'd read a story about the tooth fai...I believe I'd read a story about the tooth fairy. (I read every book in the school library the teacher would allow me to have when I was the first grade.) And I was obsessed with faeries as a kid, nearly as much as my unicorn obsession. I didn't get money from the tooth fairy but in my mind if there was a way to get a faerie visit, I'd prefer that over a doctor visit.Sinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04693942923188644280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416913236621309814.post-41736176809280631452012-04-18T11:28:18.639-04:002012-04-18T11:28:18.639-04:00"IT'S. SO. FLUFFY!"
I yell that eve...<i>"IT'S. SO. FLUFFY!"</i><br /><br />I yell that every time I give Macie a bath. Because she comes out looking like a tiny, fluffy cotton ball. LOL! Drives Kiddo crazy.<br /><br />Sin - I had never been to a dentist until the age of 21. I would have been in the same boat, but never would have thought about the tooth fairy angle. Good job. (Disturbing, yes, but still inventive.)Terri Osburnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17176989488447450585noreply@blogger.com