tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31664891223357222342024-03-05T20:18:45.685-08:00Writing With BroomsticksWhere words come to life.Kathleen Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06522586463275580743noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166489122335722234.post-35283732818767256902010-02-16T13:00:00.000-08:002010-02-17T15:05:26.823-08:00Honorable Mention at The Motherhood Muse<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I entered a 100 words or less contest at the "Motherhood Muse" and received an Honorable Mention. I thought I would share my entry with you.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><strong>THE CHRISTMAS BAZAAR</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>By Kathleen Gilbert</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Reginald Davis was a prick. That’s what his widow Marge told everyone at the senior center as they prepared for the Christmas bazaar. She’d saved drawers full of his things, items she wouldn’t dispose of, not because she was sentimental, but because she didn't believe in throwing away good stuff.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Fussing with each item, she positioned Reginald's personal effects neatly on the table. "Presentation is everything,” his voice resounded in her head. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Marge began walking away, hesitating; she turned, and disheveled the flawless table. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Feeling younger than she had in years, she scurried down the hall to play BINGO.</span></div>Kathleen Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06522586463275580743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166489122335722234.post-84558286658412110272010-02-07T17:08:00.000-08:002010-02-17T08:07:49.018-08:00I Love My Book Club And My Fancy Broomstick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>Yes, I'm dressed as a witch on a broomstick... No, I don't usually dress this way. The theme of the book club is magic and witches. I am having fun with this one.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #674ea7;">"NORA ROBERTS - THREE SISTERS ISLAND TRILOGY"</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I loved this magical trilogy. Three sisters, all witches, they are beautiful and enchanting. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I absolutely adore my book club. We have been meeting once every other month now for about ten years. There are eleven of us, all women, all friends. We've read many wonderful books, eaten many amazing meals, and talked for hours about our favorite characters. </span></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We've held meetings in a limo on the way to New York City to see "Wicked" on Broadway. We've read books about vineyards and held our meeting in the middle of a beautiful vineyard in Rhode Island. We went on a tour of the vineyard, learned about grapes, and sampled many bottles of wine. </span></div><br />
</div></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">When we read "Sea Glass" we enjoyed a gourmet picnic by the ocean. That is a memory that will stay with me forever.</span></div><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">And so, I bought a fancy broomstick for Nora Roberts' witches, and my dear friends in the book club.</span></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span></div>Kathleen Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06522586463275580743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166489122335722234.post-73049275654251434402010-02-04T17:41:00.000-08:002010-02-05T04:31:40.470-08:00Editor Unleashed "Why I Write" Essay Competition<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">"I Walk With Witches"</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I entered the Editor Unleashed "Why I Write" essay competition. My entry is titled "I Walk With Witches." I haven't written an essay in many years, probably not since my school days. It was a lot of fun. The winner will get $500.00 and the top fifty entries will be published at Smashwords.</span></div></div><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Editor Unleashed is a great site for writers. I would like to thank the editor, Maria Schneider for putting the contest together. If you want to read some great essays, click the View Essays link below.</span><br />
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<a href="http://editorunleashed.com/forum/forumdisplay.php?f=40">View Essays</a>Kathleen Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06522586463275580743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166489122335722234.post-33220833127647655802010-02-04T11:22:00.000-08:002010-03-09T07:06:12.861-08:00What's Planted In Your Garden?<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><strong>Hydrangea</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>by Kathleen Gilbert</strong></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;"></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;">Husbands three and four occupy the spot under the Roses. They are lucky to have claimed the place in the garden that gets the most sunlight. </span></div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;">Husband five is out shopping for a new Hydrangea with his blushing bride. Margaret does have a weakness for flowers and men.</span></div></div><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;"></span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #674ea7;"></span></strong>Kathleen Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06522586463275580743noreply@blogger.com0