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Writing 101, Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View)

We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.

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They drove past the old iron bridge across Little River on what once was the only route to Idabel; or at least that’s what her mother had always told her the few times they had traveled this narrow, curvy, back road.  She tried to remember if she had been in such a hurry when she was twenty-five.  The fact that Jill lived on this antique highway, which meant she drove it at least twice a day, made her uneasy.

“Please slow down, this road is so dangerous.”

Her interview wasn’t until nine and they still had plenty of time. She felt her stomach rise and fall every time they flew over a hill, just as it did when she was a little girl.  She thought it funny that Jill knew this road better than she ever had and felt regret that she hadn’t spent more time here with her.

“O M G! I’m not going that fast Mom” Jill laughed “Jeez! Did you ever tell him that you don’t have a car?”

No, she hadn’t told him and her nerves were frazzled. Why would the man want to hire her if she didn’t have a car? “I will address that if he offers me the job.  Anyway, I will be living on the property.”

She was sick with worry, it felt crazy to be trying to get a job without a car.  She hoped it didn’t come up. This was her dream job and she wanted it badly.

“We must have passed it, he said it was between the river and the by-pass.” She leaned forward to get a better look, “turn around and go slower.”

Jill turned around on a dirt road leading to a small neighborhood and started slowly back toward the river. Other than the old ball field close to the intersection and a few houses, there seemed to be nothing but woods and pasture.

“He said you could see it from the road.  That’s about the only details I have.”  Back at the bridge, they turned around at the little park nestled in the trees right on the edge of the river. If the place looked anything like this, she knew she would love it. “Oh, and it will be on the left.”

“Are you sure about your directions, Mom? I don’t see anything but trees and a brick house up on a hill!”

“Look!” She had spotted a mostly glass, with cedar trim, building peeking out of the trees high on the hill. “That has to be it! Probably the back of it, it’s the only thing I’ve seen that looks even remotely like a cabin or a lodge.”

“How do you get to it, I wonder?” Jill slowed down, smiling at the relief on her mother’s face,  “I don’t see a driveway anywhere.”

She inched along so she didn’t miss an entrance unseen the first time.  “It must be where we turned around, maybe down the road a little.”

Just around the curve, on the left,  the woods cut off abruptly at the edge of a giant grassy lawn with a stark, red brick house at the top of the hill.   The yard inhabited a large beautiful catalpa tree, a scraggly elm, and a bare magnolia.

They continued down the dirt road past the brick house, into what looked like a trashy neighborhood.  Several small houses in need of paint and an old trailer house with no underpinning lined the right side of the road.  Each residence had two or three junk cars, a homemade shed, and various repair projects scattered around the yard.

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Post A Day is Kicking My Butt, Part 1

It was snowing when I got up this morning. While I was waiting on my coffee to brew, I was looking out the window watching it snow. Then I noticed some little birds falling out of the trees like autumn leaves. I went and got my glasses, made my cup of coffee, and sat down by the window to watch. There were at least a hundred tiny birds, no bigger than a golf balls with heads, dropping out of trees and pecking around on the ground like they were eating the snow. They were brown with a little black on their wings and a fluffy tan underside if anyone can tell me what kind they were. I took a picture with my phone but you can’t see them.

The chamber of commerce luncheon was today so I called my son, TJ to come get me and we went. We were late because he would not ask his boss, who is his brother, if he could leave for lunch early! His brother TH, my son also, told him to tell me he loved me and give me a kiss. This is not usual and customary for him so I wonder what’s up. Especially since he came and took me to lunch last Friday which is also not normal. Hmm!
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Wal-Mart gave the chamber all of their leftover Christmas decor, so they gave some to me. I have a giant box of assorted I don’t know what all and 4 cases of scented pine cones! It smells really good in here. The bosses son called to tell me he was having a meeting in my office so it is spotlessly clean now and the bathroom too. I’m glad to have that done since my dad will probably come by tomorrow to tell me happy birthday.

I was reading in The Daily Post about lessons from The Daily Post bloggers and all of the comments section. The comments were mostly about frivolous and boring posts just to get something on here every day. That describes my blog to a T! I know that most of my stuff is not worth reading, but the reason I signed up to blog is to create the daily writing habit. So when I discovered the post-a-day challenge in The Daily Post, I knew this was for me.

My first post just flowed out of me, with very little revision, like words from a natural-born writer. The next day I was brain-dead and have been ever since! I have wanted to write for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was able to read Highlights for Children and about how to send stuff in to maybe get published in the magazine. I daydreamed about writing a story as good as Little House on the Prairie or The Boxcar Children even before I was a teenager. I once started writing about finding a tiny person in the woods across the street from my house and letting her live in my Barbie house and wear her clothes but I could never think of an ending so I never finished. Then I read Ralph (mouse on a motorcycle?) and some other story about little people and thought people would just think I was trying to copy those stories so I threw it away.

Then when I was in Jr. High… (I still have work to do and have to go to bed…see ya tomorrow)

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Daily Prompt: Take Two

Outside

Outside

Inside

Inside

Took a much needed day off. These pictures weren’t taken today but it poured down rain continuously and this is the kind of day we had!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination

Campfire at Salt Creek Lodge

Campfire at Salt Creek Lodge

© Jana Jeffcoat and Salt Creek, 2013.

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In Walden, …

In Walden, Thoreau wrote:
“Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand…. Simplify, simplify!”

Happy New Year and Happy Trails!

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First Entry

“‘What are you doing?’ he asked ‘Do you keep a journal?’  So I make my first entry today.”  This was Henry David Thoreau’s first journal entry on October 22, 1837 after Ralph Waldo Emerson suggested that he begin keeping one.

I discovered this tidbit of information while searching the internet for some poetry and quotes from a book about nature that I once owned. It was a collection by Thoreau I thought, or maybe it was Emerson, I wasn’t really sure.

It was 9:00 am and I was working on a press release announcing the Grand Opening of Salt Creek Lodge.  I wanted to get national attention so I made reference to it being located next to the Little River National Wildlife Refuge.  Then I thought about the fact that if it made big news, the story would be published on the internet.  We really needed to reach as many nature lovers as possible, so I thought a few words from Thoreau would certainly optimize the search engines.

I usually avoid internet searching if at all possible. It’s such an A.D.D. nightmare that I rarely make it back to what I was doing!  Needless to say, I love reading biographical information; especially about authors or anyone who writes for a living, past or present.

I learned that most of my favorite authors used to hang out together.  Emerson was Thoreau’s friend and mentor and encouraged him to start a journal.  I think Thoreau was first published in “The Dial”, a literary magazine.

It was now 11:30 am. , I was still reading about the Transcendentalist gang and imagining what it would have been like to be one of them.  (I did not know this word and when I have time, I plan to study it further.)  I tried to convince myself that this guilty pleasure was research and necessary to do a good job, but I finally stopped reading and got back to work.  By then it was lunch time and I had never even found the words I was trying to fit in the press release. I sent it out the way it was and made myself a sandwich.

While I was eating I couldn’t quit thinking about why I had this job in the first place.  My mind was racing and I had unintentionally memorized Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words to Henry David Thoreau.  I searched everywhere for a new spiral or at least one that was half full of unused paper.  I found a small spiral notepad and started a journal for the two hundredth time, but I make my first entry today since my arrival at Salt Creek.

© Jana Jeffcoat and Salt Creek, 2013.

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