My Pledge to Myself and Others …

My little pledge of hope…

Angel
Angels dwell among us!

Everyday

In some small way

I will reach out and touch someone

On a hunch … just for fun …

A little or a bunch …

To write, to care, to share, to dare

To uplift, to shift, to drift into a storm

Offering my loving thoughts and feelings warm …

Most of all, to understand, lend a hand, take a stand

There is nothing we cannot weather

If we band together in love and reverence

With respect, time to reflect, direct reference

To the joys of living, the acts of giving …

HOPE!

–Deborah A. Bowman

Really Very Miracle …Tumblr.com

True to form, I’m learning social media as I use it. So Tumblr is new for me, but it’s interesting. Please, go take a quick peek at my new site. It’s called “Really Very Miracle”.

We all are unique, beautiful, and outstanding individuals. We need to use our love and intuition to connect, discuss, and aid our societies. Each tormented soul or mind must be touched by love and healed. There is plenty of love to go around if we but search within ourselves to seek the quiet pleas of haunted eyes, crying out for help.

You will be astounded by the glory and miracles we possess that are never released and allowed to grow. Find your inner peace and we can change the world….one silenced, fearful being at a time. It is so worth the effort to watch someone blossom before your very eyes …It is “Really Very Miracle” to touch another soul’s heart when you act as a vessel of The Creator who gave you life. Life is for abundance, joy, and love. Let’s pass it around and share the manifestation of heaven on earth.

Blessings, Deborah A. Bowman

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The Simplicity of Writing Takes You Wherever You Wish

A Little Knook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!
A Little Knook and Cranny is All I Need to Go Anywhere and Do Anything!

I write when I’m happy.

I write when I’m sad.

I write songs just for me

Or to share all I’ve had.

I write what I see.

And words to inspire.

I create a fantasy

In my mind to desire.

I don’t have to take my car

Or a train or a plane.

Just let things be as they are.

My thoughts are the refrain

And my dreams write the verse.

I never have to rehearse.

I can see or be anything I choose.

I can always win, never lose.

I can be young or old.

Create stories never before told

And travel to other times.

All mimicked in rhyme.

Such is the view

From without and within

I’ll write them to you

To show you where I’ve been.

–Deborah A. Bowman

Book Reviews

Book Reviews, two small words . . . one BIG subject!

We all write because we have to . . . keeping the feelings and descriptions within us would be detrimental to our health, and I am being serious, not “flip” or comical.

Of course, once you write, you want someone, anyone, to read your words. You want to share. You write because you care . . . about humanity, about life, about others in your chosen craft. We write because we are readers first! We are not competing–we are giving. Only life experiences have brought me to this comfortable place.

So how do you get others to read what you write? How do you get Book Reviews? This seems to be the question I hear most from authors of all genres–fiction and nonfiction.

I can’t speak for anyone else. I can only tell you what I choose to do. I review at least one book a week. Please bear with me, just a few more moments, a few more sentences so I can share . . .  this time.

I’m retired, though slightly younger than retirement age–not much–and my mobility is somewhat restricted, not as bad as it once was. Yet, I’m not slowing down–I’m speeding up–busier than I’ve ever been when I worked full-time.

In retirement, all I wanted to do was write fiction–the one form of writing that eluded me during my entire working career. I wrote for others and made their words and images look nice, made them accurate, took pride in them, regardless of the subject matter. So now I thought I had time to write my own words and I have. I felt true freedom for the first time since I wrote poetry as a child, wrote songs and lyrics as a young performer, and wrote silly notes to my friends to make them laugh. But that was a long time ago.

Then, somehow, just recently I returned to my roots. My fiction writing was temporarily halted as I began ghost writing for someone else, using “his” voice–not mine–laying out the pages, making “his” words and the images I selected to enhance “his” words look nice, made them accurate, took pride in them . . . I’m not quite finished with this project, but I’m pleased with it. Upon completion, it will be camera-ready, published as an eBook by myself as a gift to my client, and ready for him to use for his own personal crusade–and it is a very noble one.

Even though my time is scarce, and my personal writing is crying out to me for attention, I still review one book a week. I hope to be able to do more in the future. After all, I’m going to be reading anyway. I still write fiction in little “snippets.” It’s progress.

There is so much to learn, so much to share, so much to give. I want to “learn” something from every book I read.

There is a massive amount of writing out there to be read. It was different when I first started writing. Fiction was hard to publish, finishing a book of any genre was a massive accomplishment, many people started books and never finished them, myself included.

I started my first novel on a $99.00 Montgomery Wards portable typewriter, then I paid someone to put it on a word processor. I rewrote it five times. Then I helped launch an eBook site in the late 1990’s, a little premature for eBooks. But, I began learning how to use my skills in editing, writing, layout, format, etc.,  on a computer with other people’s books. It allowed me to list my own. I introduced one novel and one anthology of short stories that no longer exist, but still live inside me.

Book Reviews . . . two small words . . . one BIG subject!

Technology may change but the process remains the same. Creativity doesn’t change for it originates in the mind.

Technology may change but the process remains the same. Creativity doesn't change for it originates in the mind.

The craft of writing and designing, indeed all arts!, begins and ends in the human mind. Whatever the media, whatever the age, words and images will be written, drawn, captured, and shared.

I hope the future allows robots to process what the human mind creates. There’s no limit to our mind’s capacity. We’ll never run out of memory and storage space. We’ll never be restricted by the number of pixels, number of words, number of pages, or hues of color.

I chose shades of gray and black for this representation, augmenting every piece to my personal taste, which may not be your personal taste. I cannot count the different shades of gray or the quantity of black ink required to print this on a press.

I remember when camera-ready business or home printers did not exist. Press inspections were round-the-clock, interrupted only by brewing a new pot of coffee to stay awake.

The process is the same, but technology lets my mind’s eye create that which only I can see or someone else describes to me. I must “see” their vision in my mind in order to create it. Trial-and-error and having an open mind will never be replaced by technology. Technology allows us all to share the mind’s words, dreams, visions, images, and thoughts. The technological age is upon us.