Daily Archives: April 27, 2016

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Families on bikes

Excited voices laughing

Exploring the park

Trees with brand new leaves

Old nests are still visible

Take a break, lean back

Squirrels search for nuts

Ducks and geese argue with gulls

Bees find their clover

The trail goes for miles

While the bikes don’t seem to mind

Not so little legs

©2016 Annette Rochelle Aben

The Making of a Knight #tellastoryday

Reblogged from Moon Dust Writer. CLICK THROUGH to the ORIGINAL POST and prepare to enjoy yourself!

The boy’s hands had been frozen cold by the snow. He shivered wondering if he had the strength to return home, but he must mother needed the food. He imagined the warmth of a blazing fire. He saw a…

Source: The Making of a Knight #tellastoryday

Just a short story… The Voices In The Book

Reblogged from Ritu at But I Smile Anyway for Tell A Story Day. CLICK THROUGH to the ORIGINAL POST and prepare to be spellbound!

Annette Rochelle Aben has reminded me that it is Tell A Story Day today, the 27th April, every year, and as a little tribute, here is a short story I wrote a few years ago, in school, to demonstrat…

Source: Just a short story… The Voices In The Book

Writer’s Quote Wednesday ARTIST

WQWArtist

Ah, the world of an artist, welcome to my world!  Honestly, I’d rather have my magic markers, glitter and papers than make-up, jewelry and fancy clothes. Give me my notebooks and computer over a flat screen television or satellite dish any day of the week. Lead me to the park where I can be inspired by the antics and beauty of nature. Find me in the craft stores carefully choosing stickers and beads with which to create goodies to wear and share.

Years ago, I worked in a little gift shop, in which I sold jewelry I made. It was fun and I had a blast creating things I would later see customers wearing. Then I decided to branch out and placed my ankle bracelets in , of all places, hair salons around town. See, these salons also had tanning booths, so I figured the ladies with the hot tans might want to have something glittery to show off their fancy new colors.  I was right and the ankle bracelets sold like, like ankle bracelets. Meaning, no one could have just one.

My dad reminded me the other day that they had a painting of mine hanging in their house. Huh?  Oh yeah, for that brief period in time about 20 years ago when I thought I’d try my hand at decorating canvasses with whatever my mind cared to create, I did end up with six finished pieces and all but 2 of them sold.  I wondered who bought them…

Now, my greeting cards have been going strong for well over a decade!  I LOVE any excuse to make a card.  Of course my first attempts were few and far between, especially when I found I could join the Gold Crown club at the local Hallmark store, thus saving a boat load of money by spending an ocean’s worth.  Yeah, for about two years running, I personally kept that store and the local post office in business. When I started, in earnest, to create my own cards, I was still on a first name basis with the postal clerks however Hallmark felt the loss keenly. In fact, I remember the day our receptionist came into my office and just stood there for a moment, shaking her head.  When I asked her to either speak or stand aside (she was blocking my light), she whispered that the manager of the Hallmark store just called to see if I was okay, as they had not seen me in there in 3 weeks.  Yeah, I was an economic force with which to be reckoned.

side note here… that store was eight doors down from our shop, so they had to have seen my van parked out front every day…  

On Fridays, I had the day off from ALL my jobs, so I would pack up either my jewelry totes or my pens and papers and head to a coffee shop, which just happened to be located smack in between the store where I worked in and the card shop.  I’d plant myself in a out of the way corner and hang out all day, drinking coffee, taking my meals and making art! Eventually the card shop staff found me and one particular morning the manager came over, sat down and just watched me draw.  After about ten minutes, she asked if my cards were for sale.  I was shocked as I never, ever thought about selling them. So I suggested a price, she whipped out some cash, chose a variety of cards and away she went.  I treated several of the coffee house employees to a pizza from the parlor next door and we all had a good grin. Two week s later, the card shop manager returned to sit with me, this time I was making bracelets and yes she bought a few.  But she also told me what she had done with the cards.  She had submitted them to Hallmark for consideration.  Hush my mouth.  The coffee shop patrons as well as the staff were always paying more attention to me than was necessary, and it was as though E.F. Hutton was there, in person. Of course I HAD to ask her what happened. Sadly, she shook her head, they were not as interested in my cards as she was but on the bright side, they DID return the cards to her. Guess that meant they weren’t going to copy my designs, eh?

Ah yes, I have had several brushes with artistic energy and pulled in a few pennies. These days, I still take special orders for jewelry or give pieces away as gifts.  Painting?  Well, I have some oil pastel crayons and have created a couple pieces but the Detroit Institute of Arts is NOT scheduling a showing any time soon, thank you very much. No, I pretty much concentrate my artistic talent on my writing and publishing my books. Yes, I do create my covers and all the photographs in them are mine.  I do see writing as an art form, heck we had creative writing classes in school.

Of course for me, my creative writing takes the form of poetry and the majority of the books I have published are poetic in nature. Beware, oh poet brothers and sisters, the look of fish-eyed disdain when you tell people that you are writer of rhyme. As I have had more than my share of those who practically demand I defend the importance of my chosen career path.  In the past, I chortled right along with them, denying my birth right as well as my talent. We’d all have a good laugh, then we’d be onto more serious roles such as drunkards or euchre players! Still, I knew that one day I’d craft a rhyme so perfect,when they’d read it, all their tongue wagging would cease and they’d hoist me upon their shoulders, parading me around the town for all to see, me, the successful Princess of Poetry!

All right, you may STOP laughing at any time, ‘kay? 

Perspective But I did write that poem and since I have stopped playing the reindeer games of caring what they think (oh and yes, stopped drinking too) I feel completely vindicated and accepted by the one person I really needed to know accepted me and my writing, ME!  So here it is, The Poet’s Role, from the very first book I self-published, Perspective, it’s all about replacing one thought with another.  And should any of my former critics end up seeing this (doubtful but hey) then I offer them this: THANK YOU!!  You rock!

The Poets’ Role

If the poet had a role, what would it be

Perhaps to show you a world you do not need eyes to see

To help you understand a mother-loved face

To let you imagine you’ve come from a far-away place

To recant romantic tales of long ago

To help you enjoy the trip when someone tells you where to go

To enhance the beauty of a voice that can no longer sing

To stir the heart with flag waving pride of just how freedom rings

To introduce children to parents they never knew

To invent yet another way to describe the color blue

To wind up this diatribe 

More personal than credible

The role of a poet

Is purely hypothetical

(c) Annette Rochelle Aben 2009, 20015

http://www.amazon.com/author/annetterochelleaben

#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “ARTIST or ART”

 

Tell A Story Day – The Moon

Well, here it is, TELL A STORY DAY and I have literally lost sleep over that which I, myself, was going to share. Truth be known, I have written a few short stories in my life, however, those that were worthy of sharing, can no longer be located. Those I have located, could have stayed unlocatable and you’d have not have missed anything. So, what to do, what to do…  When my prose just won’t come through for me, where to turn…

Perspective I have it!  In my book, Perspective, it’s all about replacing one thought with another, I have a tale about the moon, written in poetic rhyme. This, this is what I will share!  (I love it when a plan comes together).  Without further ado, I present my offering to honor TELL A STORY DAY, 2016

I took off into the night

on a magical, mystical flight,

I was not myself, human born,

I was a flying beast, Pegasus with a horn.

My unicorn self breezed past clouds and trees

in search of what I hoped I would see.

Careful to look in every direction

for at any moment I might make the connection

with whatever it was, that called me out

into the night skies to fly about,

when it came in to view

the minute I saw it, I knew…

THE MOON

She hung there, oh so bold and bright

it was SHE who called me out into the night.

So, I circled her, back and forth, over and under

her glow bathed my coat and filled me with wonder.

It was as though she was banking her light

off my wings while I was in flight.

Together we created a path for those below

so their way, they would surely know. 

We played like this until dawn and I hope

I don’t have to wait too long

to once again dance all night

through THE MOON’S glorious light!

(c) Annette Rochelle Aben 2009, 2015

 Remember, that every April 27th is TELL A STORY DAY and having a special day is a good reason to celebrate, but staying connected to others through our stories can happen any day. Take the time to share a bit of yourself with someone else and feel the magic telling a story brings!

Oh, and here is where you can find my book, Perspective, it’s all about replacing one thought with another, as well as the other books I have written.

http://www.amazon.com/author/annetterochelleaben