Whew, that was a long dance.

I’m taking a tiny break from dancing around town to check in here. I love that my power chair is fixed, but I think I need a new battery. It isn’t holding a charge very long.

This week I am supposed to be wonderfully “surprised” by some kids at my kids school who will sing my lyrics for the 12 days of Christmas. I can hardly wait. I’ll try to video and post it.

In other news, do you believe in love? I’ve been thinking a lot about that question lately. I know most of you people don’t actually read or respond to my blog. I scared all the good commenters away. So sad. Anyway, question is valid and if you care to share some insight, please reply in the comments. Thanks.

Don’t “like” this


If you see this and click “like” just because it’s a cute title, stop following my blog. I need some input from writers for a while. Amazing how blogging has all these aspiring “writers” who don’t actually comment.

Don’t get me wrong, I love all you people who click “follow” or “like”. You raise my confidence and inspire posts like this! Ok, I’ll stop now.

WRITERS: Please, tell me any personal thoughts on “point of view” in writing. I’m talking, first, second, or third person viewpoints. If you read, which perspective do you like reading from?

Speaking of perspective, There are three types of followers, “likers”, writers, and friends. Hmm, maybe I’ll do a post on that. It would get tons of “likes”. Actually, you have it. No copyrights on this paragraph. Enjoy being freshly pressed.

If you’re still reading this, you are the third type of follower, the loyal friend. I value your friendship immensely and hope you continue to follow me and be my friend. You don’t have to be anything or anyone other than yourself.

Writing help please

If anyone out there in blog land has a suggestion for my writing predicament, I would greatly appreciate it.

The problem is that there are a few characters in my book who are somewhat insignificant to the movement of the plot, but they do serve a purpose, so are therefore necessary.

When I introduced them, I didn’t give them names, or identifying characteristics, other than stating basically that they are old.

In my mind, there are three old women, but the number doesn’t matter.

Ok, so the real dilemma is that another main character is about to be introduced. I want her to have a confrontation with the women, but I’m not sure how to convey the scene without detailing the old women.

UPDATE* I wrote this, then I played around with writing the part, so I’m just
going to post both. Let me know what you think.


As David moved closer to the women and their small fire, he was suddenly, almost sickeningly reminded of his mother. Odd, he thought, but he didn’t allow himself to reminisce. His constant attention to the present moment was the only thing that mattered.

The women were chanting something, but he couldn’t make it out.

In unison they looked up at him.

You’re tired, and hungry. Say a few words, and we will give you some food before you head on. Even young travelers must rest, one of the women said.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know how…or what to say. I don’t know if I believe. I don’t understand…”

Shhh child. There is no set way. Some pray to God. Or to many gods. Some talk to the woods, or the moon, or even their own spirit. Our world is too full of evil to remain silent. One must speak. To anything, anyone with power to make a change.

“I don’t know if anyone is out there who could somehow stop it, but our world is in trouble. The outcasts are moving again. They kill. They do much worse. They spread. They killed my mother. My friends. I know I’m just a kid, but I escaped. My mom said there are reasons for everything. So there must be a reason for me.

I don’t know how to stop it. How to fight them, but I will find a way. Let my heart have courage for the battles. Let my mind be sharp. Let my words become honey, sweet to even the most hardened ears and minds…”

Although David didn’t notice, the women had been watching the oil in their pot since he had begun speaking. As they watched, beads of oil had risen in a line and moved toward the center of the pot. When he said those words “let my words become honey” the oil had changed into honey. Strangely shaped honey crystals were forming along the sides of the pan.

“I must become more than I am now. Please, unlock my potential. Please show me who I’m meant to become. Please help these strangers who’ve helped me. if something can, it should.

This is Baker speaking. Enough for tonight. If anyone is actually reading these, you don’t have to. I’m writing a novel on WordPress and it seems like I’m only doing a couple of pages a week. Anyway, I’ll post these in the “book” category, and I’ll try to put book in the title if you want to skip, but its easier for me to write a bit at a time. Night.