Posted by: penpatience | November 1, 2016



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WRITERS WORDS: “Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never have enough.” – Oprah Winfrey




I’ve never been fond of turkey. However, because my extended family has always loved turkey; the traditional stuffed turkey-bird has graced many a table at family gatherings over the years.

This afternoon, while I sat on the back deck drinking tea and enjoying colorful fall foliage, I heard the weird gabble-gobble of wild turkeys that inhabit the wooded wild areas behind my community complex.  It’s hunting season in upstate New York and, due to the past year’s mild winter, increased herds of these wild birds will soon be diminished when shotgun blasts and bow and arrows find their mark. Perhaps culling the herd of overpopulated turkeys is beneficial; New England winters can be harsh for wildlife survival. Sipping the tea and warmed by the sun, I decided to research the history of turkeys in America’s favorite holiday.

The 1621 Thanksgiving historically marked the Pilgrims first autumn harvest. However, the American turkey tradition did not begin with these early pilgrims. “While no records exist of the exact bill of fare, Pilgrim chronicler, Edward Winslow, noted in his journal the colony’s governor, William Bradford, sent four men on a “fowling” mission in preparation for the three-day event. Wild—but not domestic—turkey was plentiful in the region and a common food source for both English settlers and Native Americans. But it is just as likely the fowling party returned with other birds the colonists regularly consumed such as ducks, geese, and swans. Herbs, onions or nuts might have been added to the birds for extra flavor…….Winslow wrote that the Wampanoag Indians arrived with an offering of five deer. Culinary historians speculate that the deer was roasted on a spit over a smoldering fire and colonists might have used some of the venison to whip up a hearty stew.” (Excerpt — It is noted that Pilgrims held a true Thanksgiving celebration in 1623 following a refreshing 14-day rain which resulted in a larger harvest. William DeLoss Love calculates that this thanksgiving was made on Wednesday, July 30, 1623. (Excerpt-Wikipedia) I noted, although wild turkeys were surely consumed during this early century, wild turkeys were not a centerpiece for annual harvest thanksgivings.

When the cacophonic noise of the wild turkeys moved away from my hill disappearing deeper into the forest of trees, I reflected on their four hundred year evolutional survival. Throughout these years, these turkeys have evaded seasonal obstacles, starvation, and hunters’ stew pots.  President Obama and many Presidents before him have pardoned a domestic turkey in what has become an annual White House tradition. I’m hopeful the wild turkeys in the Northeast woods will experience a similar pardon throughout the holiday season and approaching winter. The hill wouldn’t be the same without their noisy gabble-gobble.


The Year has turned the circle,

The seasons come and go.

The Harvest is all gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.


Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields their yellow grain.

So open wide the doorway-

Thanksgiving comes again!

–Author unknown





Posted by: penpatience | October 1, 2016


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WRITERS WORDS: “Everybody has a book in them but in most cases that’s where it should stay.” –Christopher Hitchens


DO – DO NOT RECUSITATE (DNR)……..a story?

The expression, DO NOT RESCUSITATE (DNR), is most always associated with end of life choices often due to medical conditions or emergency situations. Also known as no code or allow natural death (AND), it’s a legal order written on a legal form or in a hospital to withhold cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) or advanced cardiac life support (ACLS) in respect of patients’ wishes. Many elderly individuals have Health Care Proxies and/or Power of Attorneys indicating their decisions with regard to resuscitation—a most difficult choice under any circumstance. And then, there are people who choose not to address their demise but leave end-of-life to faith and destiny. (Note: A DNR does not affect any treatment other than treatment which would require intubation or CPR. Patients who are DNR can continue to receive chemotherapy, antibiotics, dialysis, or any other appropriate treatments.) I have a Health Care Proxy and DNR and mused about this topic one recent afternoon while sorting through an array of business folders. I thought about and asked myself why couldn’t end-of-life resuscitation also be relevant to stories and manuscripts?

My musing focused on DNR application because that very afternoon I received another nicely written rejection on a submitted short story. A story I thought, originally, was quite good. After countless rewrites, edits, two ending changes, two contest entries and submission to four fiction publications the story continued to be “declined.” The problem!  I couldn’t figure out why this particular piece was dying on the vine. It bugged me. I was ready to end its life– No editing– No revising—No additions—no deletions—no rewrites. Nada- No!  I was through with it.  I recalled the evening the light bulb came on and the title for that particular story emerged in a flash. Protagonist names jotted on paper ended with one standout name immediately chosen. The main character suffered from a painful thorn in her paw that continued to fester long after marital betrayal and the death of her errant husband. She never intended the volatile retaliation and revenge to cause any real harm but, unfortunately, it did. And unlike Sleeping Beauty, the main character was an aged non-beauty and “did not live happily ever after.”

The first time I wrote the story in required flash fiction for a minimum 250 words  publication, the editor advised she really liked the story, but not the ending… she passed.

The second time I expanded the story to approximately 500 words, submitted it to a contest, a nice rejection letter followed.  I was not “the winner.” And so on…..and on…

While I sit here writing this musing, the offending story lies in its titled folder, individual manuscripts matched with applicable “declined” letters, and has not yet hit the shredder. I ask you, my readers, should I attempt one more time to “resuscitate” this troublesome piece, or let it die its natural death?  It does not have a DNR.

Readers/Writers: What would you do?  Blog comments appreciated!

PS. For Health Proxy information and forms, there are many applicable websites: and are two examples.


Posted by: penpatience | September 1, 2016



WRITERS WORDS: “Whatever it is you write, putting words on a page is a form of therapy that doesn’t cost a dime.” – Diana Rabb




I learned from my mother at a very young age the importance and joy of reading. Her wise words, “if you can read, you can learn and do anything.” Always, in our home, there were books—all kinds of books. I grew up with the Collier’s Encyclopedia (no internet then:), Junior Classics, children’s books they now call “YA” or Young Adult.  Mysteries and Zane Grey paperbacks hung out on living room end tables, bookmarks in place. Library loaned books were carried back and forth, read and returned. Over time, I became a proliferate reader of fiction, non-fiction, essays, college texts and introduced and read Dr. Seuss, nursery rhymes and kid’s books to my three children. I have always believed the more you read, the better you write with reading an important precursor of becoming a good writer.

Stephen King, one of my favorite authors, states in one of his best-selling books, “On Writing:”  “If you want to be a writer you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot…..every book you pick up has its own lesson or lessons, and quite often the bad books have more to teach than the good ones……..and we read in order to experience different styles.”

The craft of writing is no different than other crafts. We read recipes and follow directions before cooking a new and untried entrée. We read instructions on electronic and household purchases before we activate them. We read texts and training manuals, online and in print, to learn and apply new skills necessary to remain employable in various job markets. When writers sit down to write, I believe that subliminal information from previously read materials becomes incorporated and reflected in writer prose. Vocabulary usage is expanded, story ideas are formulated, grammar and punctuation is emulated from well-written, edited publications. Prior readings are often the catalyst for  inspirational ideas that bloom inside writer minds at unexpected times and occasions.

Reading to improve the writing process is an ongoing endeavor. Over time, I’ve read many writing craft books and publications that I’ve found helpful in improving my writing projects.  I share them with readers and writers as valuable tools in crafting future writings:

“On Writing”  – Stephen King; “Fire Up Your Fiction”  – Jodie Renner; “On Writing Well”  – William Zinsser; “On Becoming a Novelist” – John Gardner; Self-Editing for Fiction – Renni Browne and Dave King; “Bird by Bird” – Anne Lamott; “Super Structure-The Key to Unleashing the Power of Story, “27 Fiction Blunders and how not to make them, “Just Write –(3) books by James Scott Bell; “Structuring Your Novel-Essential Keys for Writing an Outstanding Story – K.M. Weiland

Writer Magazines: 

The Writer’s Digest
Poets & Writers
 The Writer


Posted by: penpatience | August 1, 2016


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WRITERS WORDS: “Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it’s that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through—originality.” –Jack Kerouac



Tis the season–for garage sales! Garage sales in the Northeast begin with the spring thaw and continue until the first serious snowfall. They pop up like weeds along the roadsides and flourish throughout most communities.

Popular for many years now, I’m often dumbfounded by garage sales’ continuous popularity. So much preparation for nominal monetary returns, and yet they have huge followers among bargain hunters who traipse from sale to sale most often on early Saturday mornings. They’re out foraging for doodads, toys, used furniture, tools, jewelry and home goods galore believing they will score that one great bargain for a few dollars—a steal of a deal!

This past spring in early June our community hosted its Annual Garage Sale. I don’t usually participate in these sales, but I had some “stuff” and decided to join the brouhaha one last time. I designated the spare room as the collection point and soon, an old George Forman grill sans an on-off button, a used shredder, a plastic hose holder minus the hose, some unused cutlery, an old golf bag with clubs, and an assortment of items classified as bric-a-brac and knick-knacks filled the room. The advertised sale hours were 9:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. The day of the sale I had just put out a few large items when a Chinese customer stopped by at 8:15!

The Saga of the used Shredder: The customer did not speak English. He gestured toward the shredder.  I shook my head and pointed. Did he want the shredder?  He indicated he wanted to see how it worked. We walked over to my outside outlet, and I showed him how the shredder worked. He smiled and walked back with me while I put it down again. Did he want to buy the shredder?  He looked at me, smiled, shook his head no and sauntered off.  I resumed lugging the remainder of the sale items outside hoping I would get it all in place before nine o’clock.

What a day! Customers came in droves. A middle aged man seemed interested in the old set of golf clubs ($10). He was teaching his son to play golf, would I take $5.00 for the clubs and bag. I grit my teeth. No, they’re old, but a good set. Not a bad price to pay to see if your son will like the game.  We compromised at $9.00.   A couple came by and stood in front of the shredder.  “Look honey, it’s almost like the one we bought at the store yesterday.”  No sale there. A couple of slightly used beach towels were grabbed at $1.00/each. An unopened bottle of “el-cheapo” perfume (Phew) went for $.50. And so it went.  However, this former business professional had the secret to success.  The night before, I dug up medium size offshoots from some of my favorite and overgrown perennial plants, put them in recycled pots (saved over time) and priced them below garden shop retail prices.  They sold like hotcakes!

Back to the shredder…ten minutes before closing time, a customer stood before the shredder, looked over at me and said, “Does it work?” I answered “yes.” He asked for a demonstration. I trudged over to the outlet one last time, and my old, well-used shredder performed like a champ. I sold it to him for $5.00—FINAL CLEARANCE  🙂

Garage Sale Notes:

  • Don’t throw unsold items in the trash can. Donate them to your favorite charity.
  • If a customer appears to be in genuine need, give the item away as a “Freebie of the Hour.”
  • Writers: A variety of visual and intrinsic character traits abound in folks that attend garage sales—perhaps an unusual trait or two might be included in one of your future writing projects.


Posted by: penpatience | July 1, 2016



WRITERS WORDS:  “The one talent that is indispensable to a writer is persistence.” – Tom Clancy





One of my most read Musings was, “M is for Mini-Memoirs,” posted October 2014. Since that time I’ve continued to study the craft of memoir writing and learned why reducing memories to pen and paper is important for past, present, and future generations. Many readers thrive on reading traumas, tribulations and triumphs experienced by friends, family members, celebrities and individuals that have overcome life’s horrific obstacles or experienced unexpected joys and achievements.

Recently, after reading a truly great memoir (listed below), I came to two realizations about memoir writing. After a few generations have passed, memories of these generations, unless written down, are lost, sometimes forever. Also, writing a memoir, never an easy task, could be time consuming. Many memoirs may take months or even years to write. I caught myself musing, the longer the life, the longer the memoir.

However, a memoir doesn’t have to be written from cradle to grave, a writer could choose a specific period or segment of importance within their life. I again recalled my Mini-Memoir post, and the possibility of writing short memoir snippets- Blog Size (500 words-or less) that could be accomplished, accumulated and retained toward the writing of a future memoir:

Blog-Size Memoir Snippet #1:

“I shut myself inside the cramped hospital phone booth and called my mother, tears streaming down my face the afternoon doctors advised me my son had rheumatic fever and a damaged aortic valve. He was only ten years old, school was out for summer break and together we spent most of it in a hospital room. He rested in a hospital bed and I sat alongside him in the usual and uncomfortable hospital chair. Our lives took on a new and unplanned path that day changing our lives forever.” (a beginning paragraph–less than 500 words)

Blog-Size Memory Snippet #2:

“I heard recently my high school Alma Mater will become a large apartment complex sometime in late 2017. It seems like only yesterday my older sister held my hand while we walked the four blocks from home to school on my first day of Kindergarten. All the children in our small town  of upstate New York walked to school from the first grade through high school graduation. When I think of all that walking back and forth regardless of prickly hot days, heavy rains, and cold snowy mornings with snow banks sometimes two feet deep, I realized how lucky we were to grow up in the fifties – a gentler and safer Era. I still remember my mother’s warning never to take candy from strangers. If I wanted candy, she would give it to me at home. I believe this was the method she used, like many other mothers, to protect their kids from dangerous pedophiles. I was not allowed to play on the way to school– I had to arrive before the first bell. I was allowed to dally on the way home and when I think about that particular leniency, it probably was because it gave my mother a slightly longer respite from the homecoming of five school-age children. We walked and rode bikes everywhere. We walked to Friday night dances with local friends, and the Senior Prom was held in the themed and decorated high school gym. No, we didn’t walk to that dance. My steady boyfriend at the time borrowed his Dad’s car. However, it wasn’t many years after my sisters and I graduated, the school merged with another in the district and kids from outlying districts took the bus to the new consolidated school.” (a memory less than 500 words)

About that Memoir: “The Autumn Balloon, by Kenny Porpora.

 “Porpora’s coming-of-age memoir is a brilliant debut.” –USA Today

I believe every memoir writer should read Kenny Porpora’s Memoir. Through a tumultuous, chaotic, and impoverished upbringing and living between two warring dysfunctional, but individually loving parents, “Kenny” wrote. Writing was both salvation and the catalyst that gave Kenny a different choice in life. What I liked most about this memoir was Kenny’s best friend– his dog, Wozels. If you are a writer who would like to write a memoir someday, reading this book could be very helpful.

Find more information on Memoir Writing:,,

Happy Reading and Writing!


Posted by: penpatience | June 1, 2016


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Writers Words: “Asking a writer what he thinks about criticism is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs” – John Osborne

“Mabel’s Table,” my fiction short story was published in the May 13, 2016 online issue of Page & Spine Fiction Showcase.  It’s still available for a free and entertaining read. Just click on the archives –




 Spring! Tis the season when flowers are a-bloomin’ and bees are a- buzzin’. A long time gardener, I know if vegetables are to produce food for kitchen tables and flowers to enthrall with beautiful blooms, it can’t be accomplished without bees’ pollination. Although I’ve been stung multiple times over the years (Ouch-that hurt!), I realize bees and I must co-exist. Bees are not only important to humans; they play a crucial role in biodiversity. However, each spring when they attempt to build a hive under my deck, our tenuous liaison often ends in a sometimes contentious and sad removal. So far this year, I’ve been lucky—no hive just busy bees.

We take bees for granted. We forget that without bees there would be no honey, the sweet food made by bees foraging nectar from flowers. Beekeepers, called apiarists, keep bees to pollinate crops, collect their honey and other products that a hive produces: beeswax, pollen, and royal jelly. We grab a jar of honey from a green market or a store shelf not appreciating the hard work of bees and beekeepers. When I began to research bees, the information was mindboggling! I discovered there are over 25,000 types of bees (including the bad killer varieties) in the world and more species still awaiting discovery. I couldn’t cover so much extensive information in this short blog and decided to focus on one entertaining bee specie – the honey bee drone:

The drone bee is male. It’s interesting to note, the drone has no father, but does have a grandfather!!! Explanation: the queen who laid the drone eggs is the offspring of an egg fertilized by a male drone. However, drones are the offspring of eggs that have not been fertilized by a male. Biologists refer to this scenario as “parthenogenesis.” (Good grief, crazy sex and the offspring has no daddy!)

The male drone spends his time drinking nectar, mating (in the air, at that) and lazing around on flowers. They do little around the house (the hive).  (Sound familiar folks?)

Each colony will produce several hundred drones. Their main contribution is the act of mating. Mating tactics of drone bees emulate blokes congregating at a nightclub waiting for the Queens to arrive. Unfortunately, the Queens can only mate with so many drones leaving others in the lurch. (Too bad, better luck next time or were the unmated drones the lucky ones?)

The drone will die upon mating. This happens because the drone’s reproductive organs are torn away from its body when the queen flies off with the drones genitalia attached to her. (Lethal lady—shame on her!)

Drone lives are brief anyway. They may live for just a few short weeks, or, if lucky, may live up to four months. They’re thrown out of the colony by the end of summer and by the end of autumn, only a few or no drones will be around.  And they can’t get even. Unlike queens and worker bees, drones cannot sting. (Is that fair?)

If you are also a passionate gardener who doesn’t love but must be grateful for bees or would like to know more about bees and beekeepers, check out these great sites:,,


Posted by: penpatience | May 1, 2016


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Writers Words:  The first page sells that book; the last page sells your next book. Mickey Spillane, Crime Writer

 “Mabel’s Table, a fiction short story is scheduled for publication, Friday, May 13, 2016 and can be read without cost in Page & Spine Fiction showcase (





As long as most mothers draw breath, they are an unwavering presence and support in the lives of their children. Many don’t hesitate to let their feelings known and offer advice that sometimes falls on deaf ears. However, mothers volunteer it anyway.

If you tell your mother you’re going to pursue a writing career, she may clutch her chest and become speechless for the first time in your memory. Stunned, she’ll fail to communicate the following sage advice:

You can’t give up your day job. You won’t be able to pay the bills as an inexperienced writer. You’d be self-employed. It’s not a nine to five job with a paycheck every week and company benefits. You might have to sell that expensive gold Cross pen I gave you for graduation just to pay the rent. Maybe you should consider becoming a newspaper reporter and work for a nice newspaper here in town….

Writing is like solitary confinement. You won’t be chit-chatting with peers in the employee lounge during lunch break. You won’t have a boss reviewing the quality and quantity of your output every day. Writing is a lonely endeavor. It will isolate you from friends and family if you let it. You must exercise and balance writing with other extroverted pursuits or you may be called a “nerd.”

There’s too much competition.  There are some very successful writers out there and more joining the ranks every day.  Yes, some were initially lucky, but they are the few and far between. It takes a lot of hard work, persistence, talent and time to become a truly successful writer. Many writers like James Patterson, Harper Lee, John Grisham, Ernest Hemingway, and Stephen King became wealthy in their craft, but others have achieved less financial success. I don’t want to see you impoverished. Its okay to starve a bit when you’re young, but you must think ahead to your retirement years.

Writing is not for Wimps and Cry-Babies.  Editors and publishers are critical of authors’ submitted work.  They reject a story or article if it doesn’t meet their specific needs. It’s like that old saying, “different strokes for different folks.”  And God forbid you have spelling, punctuation errors or profuse eroticism and profanity. Forget it. All your hard work will bypass the “slush” and find a direct home in the circular file.

Readers are fickle folks. If they like your story, article or book they may tell a few reader friends how they really enjoyed your work. They may even take the time to write you a nice comment. However, if they don’t like it, they’ll pan it in monthly reader group, post a negative review on social media or tell others your book was “blah.”

However, once a mother’s child makes the commitment to a writing career, she will become the staunchest, most enthusiastic fan.  When you publish your first book, she’ll throw a big bash and introduce you to everyone she knows. “Have you met my wonderful Johnny – the writer?”


To: All the wonderful Mamas: Happy Mothers’ Day!

Posted by: penpatience | April 1, 2016


DSCF1588WRITERS WORDS:  “Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. – John Muir, Naturalist



 FLOR –   E-E-E –  DA   ROCKS!

Tourism was alive and well this past winter in Southeast Florida. And what a crazy winter it was…Grey-haired, face-lifted, healthy, wealthy and not so wealthy senior snowbirds determined to migrate away from snowy, frigid temperatures flooded the area like a swarm of locusts.

I often felt like I was riding in a carnival bumper car. Bumper to bumper autos  in unusually heavy four to six lane traffic weaved, screeched to halts and ran through numerous red lights (yes, RED not yellow—you could knit a pair of socks while waiting for lights to change on some highways.) Speed limits were often ignored and there is validity to the saying, “Staying Alive on I-95.” Long lines queued in restaurants, super markets, drug stores, movie theaters, specialty shops, local malls, casinos and local fairs and attractions.  Parking was an often vicious battle in a war where consideration for your fellow man was moot. The battle cry, “that’s my spot—I saw it first” was a war between tourists, more tourists and frustrated residents waiting patiently for the seasonal visitors’ exodus home.

And this generation’s seniors are unlike seniors of previous generations. Blessed with reasonably good health and resources, there’s no sitting in the rocking chair watching TV for this bunch! Try to find a parking spot or get a tee time at one of Florida’s many golf courses. Bikini and Speedo clad (a sight to behold) seniors inhabit the beaches like tanned mannequins.

I admit, I also qualify as a “snowbird” although I no longer consider myself one. I do spend a few winter months in Florida and have done so for quite a few years now. But I live, write, visit family and seldom find myself embracing the tourist-mode having done so in initial trips. What I love most about Southeast Florida is the reliable sunny days and a writer’s opportunity for extensive people watching.

Nightspots and bars offer an abundance of people-watching opportunities. When Latino entertainers danced on the bar at a busy South Beach venue there wasn’t a vacant stool. Mostly male but also female eyes bestowed rapt attention to the dancers. Talented, sexy (M & F) and fit, I loved watching them as long as they didn’t spill my margaritaJ  One warm summer evening a Delray outdoor theatre featured a rock band. Lawn chairs were filled with grey-haired seniors and groups of all ages lounged on outdoor benches or hung outside restaurant bars watching the concert. This band rocked it! Lawn chairs emptied out as seniors of all sizes and shapes danced in front of the stage. One short, chubby, happy-faced grandma type caught my attention.  She had the stamina of a race horse. I can’t recall a dance she sat out. She moved and grooved all by herself occasionally swinging her hips alongside a lone male or two doing the same.  Although I may use this happy lady’s persona in some future story, it was great fun watching her dance. She was that good. Do any of you remember the song, “Mustang Sally?” Well, happy grandma could not contain herself when it played. She executed more unexpected grooves and I became her champion rooting her on.  Call HER Mustang Sally! I yelled through the din, “You go girl.–“Ride Sally Ride.”

Fun in the sun makes for better writers. Agreed?


A Reminder: Pledge to wear Blue for Autism Awareness on Saturday, April 2nd. Let’s all “Light It Up Blue” in 2016.

Posted by: penpatience | March 1, 2016



WRITERS WORDS: “Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it is the only way you can do anything good.” – William Faulkner

And…check out an addition to my Archive Sample Page. “Whatever the Cost” was one of twenty winners in the Saturday Evening Post, “Tribute to our Troops” contest published on August 23, 2013. Note: contest was limited to 250 words.




Everyone has a convenient spot where odds and ends are temporarily stowed until a more suitable location is found. Sometimes in our haste to put nondescript items out of sight a conglomeration of items accumulate in that provisional place—the junk drawer.

A recent inventory of my kitchen “junk” drawer consisted of a pile of loose rubber bands, a zip-lock bag of different size batteries, an unopened pack of AA batteries, a half-box of paper clips, old pencils and pens held together with a rubber band, a small magnifying mirror, a roll of shipping tape, a free pocket size calendar, Keurig Coffee Pot instructions, take-out menus from local restaurants, a tape measure, a dried-up black magic marker, a broken key-chain, thirty-six cents in change, two scratch pads, a small screwdriver, deck of cards and a pair of scissors. While I dumped the drawer and busied myself with re-organizing, relocating and discarding the unwanted items, my mind wandered. My thoughts, as they often do, turned to writing. Yes, writers have junk drawers too.

This writer has multiple catch-all places where I store bits and pieces of the writing craft. The Junk Drawer encompasses four journal notebooks dating from 2012, an online publications favorite list that has not been edited to date, a bunch of post-it notes, note-pads, and a daily journal filled with fiction, non-fiction story markets, protagonist names, contest due dates, quotations for future blog posts, story ideas and daily free-writing paragraphs that may go nowhere or somewhere in future writing endeavors. Tear sheets from publications that I find interesting are stacked here in piles. I also have many online writing downloads some not yet read (shame on me!)

And then there’s the junk drawer stored in my mind. A light bulb turns on inside my head giving me that elusive story ending. Quick! Write it down on a slip of paper before it floats away into nada land. Ideas written on many slips of paper float around my favorite writing area fondly referred to as “the hole.” The papers remain until they are utilized or hit the shredder. The junk drawer in my head is in constant flux-good stuff in– bad stuff out—a mind churn that never ends.

Oh yes, the real drawer, a large two drawer file cabinet stuffed with accepted and rejected work, writing craft information and some inspirational comments on my writing that keep me plugging along even when the going gets tough and tougher. I believe every writer/author has their personal and unique storage system and like a physical junk drawer, writers’ mental drawers need to be emptied and re-organized. I feel writers find it more difficult to empty their  mental junk drawers than physically discarding extraneous and accumulated paper.

Readers: What’s in your Junk Drawer?

A Reminder: Pledge to wear Blue for Autism Awareness on April 2nd. Let’s all “Light It Up Blue” in 2016.

Posted by: penpatience | February 1, 2016



Writers Words: Better a thousand times careful than one time dead. — Proverb




(Take the Pen & Patience Safety Quiz)

Safety is not a warm and fuzzy topic that draws enthusiastic attention and often mandatory safety protocols, newsletters, procedures and information are absorbed with half an ear. Until an accident happens!  

A former human resources professional, I can attest historically and still today many Human Resources Managers wear the safety hat. Often the responsibility for organizational and employee safety falls within their bailiwick as it did mine through many years and three different employers. Initially, I can’t say I was enamored of spearheading safety responsibilities that fell into my job jars but because it did, over time I developed greater safety awareness and safety practices that, subliminally, became ingrained in me. To this day I catch myself advising family, friends and colleagues when traveling anywhere to “Be Safe.”

Many individuals are creatures of habit and follow daily routines traveling from homes to workplaces, stopping for morning java, dropping off the kiddies at pre-school and fighting rush hour travel until arrival at work or home. Unfortunately, additional and unexpected distractions occur along these frustrating and time consuming jaunts. Peter Kissinger, president and CEO of the AAA Foundation for Traffic Safety said, “The lasting effects of mental distraction pose a hidden and pervasive danger that would likely come as a surprise to most drivers. The results indicate that motorists could miss stop signs, pedestrians and other vehicles while the mind is readjusting to the task of driving.” It would be a daunting task to cover all distractions in one blog post but one of the most current and potentially dangerous distractions is a cell phone.

We’ve all noticed individuals of all ages walking with heads down looking at some item on the phone, sending a text, checking a Facebook page, calling a friend, etc.  They walk off curbs into busy streets without looking up, bump into others and often careen into obstacles causing various injuries to themselves and innocent bystanders. Visualize these same distractions if you’re behind the wheel of a car. A cell phone should be stowed in a briefcase or purse while driving not bouncing along on the seat of the car for easy access.

Communications, including those considered urgent, should wait until you safely parked in a lot or off-road location. Although many states have enacted cell phone safety laws with stiff penalties, I believe the most important deterrent is to live another day instead of family members praying and crying while they bury your corpse in the cemetery plot. Tell me in the brief quiz below how safe are YOU?


  4. HAVE YOU EVER PARTICIPATED IN THE A.A.R.P., A.A.A (OR OTHER) DRIVER SAFETY TRAINING PROGRAM? (YES) (NO) ( many auto insurance companies offer a premium discount for participation in these programs)

QUIZ ANSWERS: You should have answered YES to Questions 1, 2, 4 and 5 to be considered a Super Safe person. The answer to Question 3 should be NO. If you answered YES to Question 3 you flunked the quiz and need to reread two of my previous posts: “Do It Yourself Obituary” posted March 2014 and “Do It Yourself Funeral”   posted February 2015.

Hey Readers! I care about you. Add a scoop of safety awareness to your daily diet—Be Safe!

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