Award: Epically Awesome Award #amwriting


Thank you to Paul of wwwpalfitness for nominating me for this award. I don’t do awards often but I keep getting brand new visitors to my blog from Paul’s nomination post. So, I should probably do the award. Thank you Paul it was very kind of you.

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Rules:

Display the Award in your post, mention your nominator, link back to them, answer 5 questions and nominate 5-10 people.

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Questions: 


1. What made you choose WP as your blogging platform?

I chose WordPress as a blogging platform because a friend on Facebook used WordPress and I read her blogs all the time, and enjoyed her blog’s appearance and content. I had dabbled with some other blogger sites before, but I like that the WordPress site had many themes to pick from and appeared professional. Learning to use it was also fool proof. My second choice of a blog site would be Tumblr but the Tumblr blog site is a bit simplistic. I do link my blog to Tumblr. My user name is: Mandibelle16 

2. Introduce yourself and tell us about your blog?

My name is Amanda or Mandi, whatever you wish to call me on here. I’ve been blogging for about four-years now. You can read about me on my About The Author Page here or on the right side of my blog I have another short About Me section from my Gravatar Profile. I’m from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and I began my blog to improve my writing skills and share and use my blog as a platform for a mental illness I was dealing with, and am still dealing with. 

These days, I’m more interested in writing creative fiction, poetry, and a few nonfiction pieces. I finished my first draft for my novel, last week. It’s a paranormal romance called How Was Last Night For You. Yesterday, I made sure from chapter 1 on, you can link to the next chapter at the bottom of each chapter. 

I also write a lot of flash fiction and I have been experimenting and learning new poetry forms this year. Additionally, I did NaPoWriMo in April, #Maydays prompts in May, as well as I’m finishing another round of Writing 101.

3. Are you a once in a while blogger or a daily one? I have become a daily blogger since I first started taking WordPress writing and blogging courses. Those courses helped me to develop my writing and to write something at least once a day. Usually, I think I post three times a day, but every once in a while I skip a day to work on other writing. You have to plan your writing schedule, it’s vital to being a blogger. I might be missing blogging days as I get into editing my novel in second draft.

4. Do you wish to publish and if so, what type of book? Yes, I wish to publish my novel. On my own through Amazon or with a Publisher I’m not sure yet. I’m collecting information and researching this right now. I think the novel will eventually be a series of three books all of the paranormal romance genre. 

5. What is your favorite thing to do besides write? I like to be doing something with a friend or relative. Having drinks, sharing a bottle of wine, coffee, lunch, meeting at a Pub, doing some activity such as seeing a play, or going to the spa myself on a Groupon every once in a while is fun as well.

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Nominees: 

1. Sandra of What Sandra Thinks

2. Rosema of A Reading Writer

3. Rosie of Hook Up Culture.

4. Mark of Colouring Outside The Lines

5. Eric of My Sword and Shield

6. JoyRoses of Nuggets of Gold

7. NJ of NJ Says

8. Emily of Poet Girl Em

9. Kat of Like Mercury Colliding

10. Maria of Doodles and Scribbles.

11. Christopher of CLCouch123

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Please Note: I don’t know which bloggers do blog awards and which don’t. So if you’ve the time and want to do the award, by all means do. If you don’t have time, there is no pressure, you don’t have to do the award. But please know I love all of your writing 🙂 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

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Writing 101: Nonfiction – If We Were Having Coffee #everdayinspiration


Today’s Writing 101 prompt is the: “If we were having a cup of coffee. . .” structure prompt. I have seen many bloggers do this so I think it will be an interesting prompt to try.

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If we were having a cup of coffee . . . I would tell you I’m struggling with the closing chapter or two in my novel. I’ve been stuck for a couple of weeks. What I need to do is sit down and write, no matter what comes out. But I stacked my plates with #Mayday prompts and Writing 101 prompts. I’m learning a lot but I need to finish the novel in full. I think I’m almost scared to because I know the next steps are full of editing and revision. As a first time novel writer, I know this will be taking up a large chunk of my spring and summer.

If we were having a cup of coffee . . . I would tell you I don’t drink coffee; I’ve never really drank coffee. Sometimes at church when I was a young teenager I drank coffee because the gym where coffee is held after the service was incredibly cold and I needed the coffee to keep warm. But I despised every drop which went down my throat and usually choked on it. I prefer tea. I drink a blend of green tea, sometimes fruit teas, and sometimes chia tea. I drink tea cold and hot. I’m considering buying this cold tea container from David’s Tea to make cold tea for summer in a bigger quantity because then, it will be in the fridge ready for me to drink.

If we were having a cup of coffee . . . My weight is frustrating me. I try to stick to a diet and reduced calories and I track everything on My Fitness Pal. I take vitamins to help and it’s such a problematic issue for me. All I want is energy and I will exercise. I love cardio and I have no problem getting sweaty in a fitness class or lifting weights. The allergies get me outside but I want control over my body. 

I don’t want to have a body I can’t make strong and fit. I hate being the weight I’m at and I’m terrified to gain more. Losing thirty-five to forty pounds is a lot of weight, but it is what I need to do to put my body back at a healthy weight. I just don’t know how. If I can see something is slowly working I’m okay but if I can’t I get frustrated and cheat because I figure, why not?

If we were having coffee . . . I’m going to a clothing exchange event a friend is putting on next Saturday. There are snacks and I’m bringing wine and nice clothes that don’t fit or I never wore. And we go and see if there is other clothing from other people which we might like and might fit us. The remaining clothes go to GoodWill. This is an inexpensive way and a fun way, to add clothing to your closet. I’m excited. My friend hosting the event has a side business, helping people make outfits and clothing combinations from the clothes in their closet. She helps them go through and keep certain items and donate others. 

If we were having coffee. . . I’d be saying good night and calling a cab. I’m tired tonight and I have to be up for a blood test tomorrow morning around 11:00 am or noon. Talk to you later. By the way did you notice the new blog theme? How do you like it? 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101: Farewell – ” The Road Ends Here.”


What can you say to someone walking away,

Down the last road they’ll ever take and with their–

Head held high, a smile on their lips and not–

A thing that they could ever want in time left.

The road ends here.

You were beautiful and full of life you,

Had that smile dead women walking have, you said:

“Lord knows it’s been a hard life and that won’t–

Change on this earth but I know my moment.”

The Road ends here.

Walking out into the surf , your eyes glow,

The sunlight transforms your pale wan frame.

In the blink of tears you are on the road,

A spiritual quest, you won’t be returning.

The Road ends here.

You wave goodbye, your a pretty twenty-one year old.

You have lived your pain, now it’s time to feel,

Reckless with abandon, because you have,

Gone to your eternal home; I miss you.

The Road ends here.

Memories of you keep me strong and I,

Find that I can carry on and live life how,

You wanted us to live, free and hard working,

Having known your love and deeper loves, we say:

The Road ends here.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101: Camaflouge – “Demon Within.”


If you look closely and try, 

You may see things that are alive. 

That hide behind the veil lifted;

Reveals a soul oh so dark , 

Utterly twisted at heart.

You may see things huge and torn,

A memory of childhood born,

And blood seeping through the core,

 And not a place you want to live.

What unstable being lerks within,

When we see passed our own sin,

Seek forgiveness and find that,

A monster still lerks there in.

He hides with growls and much power;

He is the epic Grendle to slay,

Did Beowulf forget to prey,

A seething demon hiding,

Would never arise again and–

We can’t hide behind our horror.

We can’t decide we’re afflicted,

And let the demon in his —

Golden palace glitter sleep.

We must fight the monster hid,

Deep beneath our normal-self.

The part that no one can see,

The soul in a dark prison,

A prison of ebony.

What capricious darling,

Needs to be torn to pieces.

The light envades the darkest–

Places in our hearts and minds,

My soul wakes up to find that God,

Designed us a Camaflouge,

We should never hide from He

Who is every space and those —

 Hidden inbetween sight.

We are able to find within what–

Has hid and free ourselves from —

A captivity and find–

A dream of peacefulness,

Divine providence, focus.

Don’t let the darkness win the

War for your soul and fight it–

You are hidden away and–

Safe, once condemned but alive,

With the coming of the light,

Remove the shackles and clothes,

That hid the human within the 

Walls of oppression and sin;

Of Camaflouge you have —

No need, go now, be at peace. 

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101: Graffiti – “Art Without Subterfuge.”


I could paint you a brilliant picture in so many vibrant colours; I don’t know if you’ll like it, but it will still be art. And it might only be words. 

Art has such varied definitions. I’ll give you every kind. The tattoo  of a woman hair blowing, she flies across  your back and chest — one of my favourite species of art. 

Graffiti of the skin is truly sublime. Graffiti on the wall can be merely a mural. When I was in high school Art,  I painted murals across the school. I learned the texture of a  wall.

Michelangelo and Adam touching fingertips by the stairs. And a leafy haven enfolding items of art and drama. We viewed them both as art, glimmering and sublime. 

But the building changed functions and they painted over the murals. To them they were just tasteless high school meaningless graffiti. They weren’t works of art to liven up the solid, boring, white wall paint. Some people are boxed in by definitions of what art is and is not.

When I visited San Diego, under all the bridges was this fantastic and beautiful graffiti. It was art out loud and it was allowed to beautify a dirty place, under a bridge. It was enlightening, let them do graffiti. 

And I’m always wondering when an artist paints a mural to make an area prettier, why some kid has to ruin it spray painting orange profanities.

I guess to him his graffiti is a greater art. But to anyone who knows beauty, a terrible sin was created when he sprayed over a mural which told a story in paint already.

If you are going to do graffiti, you should do it at the right place or atleast do it well. 

I love it at the skateboard park when all those skinny skaters, bring their spray paint and go wild on the places they do flips and ollies. 

Graffiti can be outstanding a burst of skittle colors on blank pages of a building. Like the tattoo artists who create images of meaning on our body, there can be so much meaning behind Graffiti.

And it should be allowed because art is a personal freedom. If you have the skill to electrify and colourize any white surface professionally or learning, let the artist work. Let them rain beauty. 

As a girl who has done some art and knows something on the subject, I can tell you the kind of tools and subject matter is different with every person for any drawing or painting done in art. 

And you can see the varied methods of art when we explore collages, or twisted metal sculptures. Rooms of installations with the sounds of birds chirping and flying.

You can see art in the artists who stand still for many hours, when we light up a bridge or tower, when the sky springs with pride on our country’s birthday with fireworks.

You can’t fit art in one place. It is everywhere and everything. Art is people kissing and the way the sunlight hits their faces. Art is old men walking, and the heart and effort it takes to walk with a healing hip.

Art is graffiti. It is any kind of inspiration that can be found or can be given. It is crazy thoughts we think will never work. But one day they do. In a starburst of evolution art is created.

So give me more graffiti, as long as it’s quality. As long as for me, it’s beauty. Art is central to the individual as the butterfly tattoo on your hip. Or the poppy tattoo you can’t quite convince yourself to get.

Put Graffiti on white spaces. Like the little guys who put crayon and felt tips on their mother’s walls. 

Spray paint a glorious vision of passion and reality; the metaphysical delusions that only make sense to you.

Spin for me a radiant vision of a catastrophe honoured or a special day realized. Make your art poetry, make poetry graffiti.

You can spray the truth and I’ll write it without subterfuge. I’ll give you a blast of colour, shape, line, form, and design with my words. 

My words are the spray paint and I’m painting your soul. A spectacular illusion of light and space that alludes to deeper meanings and all the colours celebrate. 

The beauty that is Graffiti. 

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©Mandibelle16.All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101 – Fallacy -“Raining Wine.”



I don’t feel like writing when I’m trying to sleep; my mind tells me I do and my finger is sore from hen-pecking the letters. But then there is wine. . .

You want to hear a frightening scary tale; the wine ran out this Friday and I haven’t bought more yet.

It flowed through my veins with a shot of sweetness, ah cab-sav, but the other bottle Merlot, walked away.

You at home and work take heed because I know your ilk, stop taking my wine. I’m not the sharing type.

So, what my arguements ad hominem ‘against the man.’ Should I not rip to pieces your character and everything you’ve done. For wine, yes of course.

You’re a no-good-wine-thief you know who you are, and I won’t take back my criticism until you bring back my bottle.

My glass is waiting, empty, such a big glass. I could have just one sip but it will probably lead to more.

Bring some Vodka and some lime when you bring the wine. It’s a slippery slope but mostly, bring more wine.

But you motion to this great bottle you bought; sparkling what? You’ve distracted me with a ‘red – herring’ a bottle that looks like wine but reads non-alcoholic.

Where is my Malbec, Zinfedal, Shirez, or Merlot? Where is my wine, red, rose, or white?

You said your neighbour she drank the last of the vodka and you couldn’t get any? It wasn’t your fault the store closed.

Yes, the vodka was important but you are strawmaning the arguement, the issue is my bottle of wine? Where is it?

“Well it’s where I left it,” you said. “But I never had it” I cried. “Well then, if you never had it it must be where you left it” you said. Circular reasoning, thief!

I open my hand and close my eyes wishing my Merlot would appear. And suddenly, it does from the sky? It’s raining wine. What a dream.

I guess it wasn’t your fault the wine meant missing. But maybe it was? I’ll never know and you’ll never tell. I won’t forgive. So, the tired writer wrote.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101 – Seconds – Sonnet – “Bearable”


 

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Your breath ticks by each second and I lie

beside you still,

I think of all the time we spent lying here,

And for every prayer that leaves me,

A sweet offering to keep you beside.

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Tomorrow we start a new count,

Can I make it through until I can be,

Close, snuggled in your side and hide my face.

On your chest and beneath your chin.

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I’ll stay here and wait for the morning sun,

I’ll live and breathe the scent of you before,

The day takes you far from my gaze, I sigh.

A moment without you and I find that–

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I am lost in time, in space and find,

You fill the void in the spaces,

Between my heart and veins, and thinking is —

So hard to do without that time we spend.

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Mere seconds in memory imprint on me.

The time we share breathing as one being,

Makes the moments without you bearable.

You make our time together meaningful.

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You and me without each other were —

Terrible; life is made of our little–

Moments.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101 – Reflection – “Mirrors”


Your eyes are a reflection of your soul it is said; but if you’ve seen pitch black-brown eyes, you know they can be the kindest gentle eyes.

People used to be afraid of their reflection — much like our pets. The authorities thought using mirrors was vanity as the Puritans had no mirrors.  But I can think of many instances having a mirror would be handy.

It was thought that your left hand was evil, especially if you were left handed. Because the right hand mirrors the left, the left was to be watched.

People used to look at themselves in surfaces that shone and reflected a person’s image back. Glass has not been around so long so we used metals that when shiney gave a reflection.

When mirrors came about, they were put in every place you could think of. On the table, the wall, and on the ceiling. Where can you escape your reflection when it is always mirrored.

And when you do sit down and think, for some self – reflection, does your self reflect your heart or soul? Are you living the life you want to?

And with “selfies” and mirrored surfaces at every place we go. Does our appearance always measure up? Did we leave lipstick on our teeth? Or cut our face during shaving?

I think there’s a bit too much reflective surfaces if I may say so myself. I think we are a bit vain as we look at ourselves in every mirrored surface we can. Perhaps, if we reflected more on the inside our bodies would reflect something greater — something kind.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101 – Magic – ” Christmas Joy “


I have chosen each gift and I’ve done so carefully. I hope you like them and use it to treat yourself.

I have written down each name on tags of gold that gleam. I’ve tied on the tags with ribbon that glitters in red beam.

Every present inside the gift bags are wrapped in gold and silver wrapping paper. Or placed gently within tissue paper, of Christmas colours galore.

And tissue paper light as a feather is leaning out of every gift bag. In a crushed rose of tissue colour, in gift bags that are special;

This year there’s a reindeer theme and their is plaid and reindeer horns used; for every good girl and boy, there is the finest chocolate to ever coat your tongue.

There are your favourite presents, the ones you hoped you’d find. There are also receipts should you change your mind.

And the Christmas lights shine white and glow off ribbons of red and gold. And angels made of crystal and glass dance on green branches soft.

And balls of deep-red and gold float inside the tree, while scenes of the nativity fill gaps inbetween.The Christmas Eve night has been set, and the presents rest beneath the tree.

We are only waiting for the night of magic to come. Peace on earth goodwill towards all, health and happiness abound.

We are only pausing but for the coming of a Saviour, Christmas Joy. We are looking forward to the Nativity where something unexpected happened.

Where a baby boy who was a heavenly King came to live among the poor and meek. While humanity expected a regal birth.

He showed us all that joy comes not from expectations, from silver, gold, or expensive things — joy comes from within, in your heart and it believes.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

Writing 101: Day 20 – The End (A Poem) 


Prompt: Wrap it all up.

The end has come. Fairwell for now. It’s time to go out on your own now.

Though you’ll be back to learn some more. For now, we say Adieu and Ciao.

You are changed since you first began, with everyday you grew.

And now you return to where you started; your journey has come full circle.

You are stronger after what you’ve been through, and writing everyday you became a mouth piece.

You scribbled and wrote, took. pictures, and typed until your fingers were sore.

This writing journey has not ended, you’ve just touched on a prologue.

Once the ember is ignited you can’t shut out the light.

Light defies darkness, it comes in out worst times to shut out the terrifying pitch black.

Don’t be afraid; your terrors and woes, your happiest times, fretful moments, and memories of all kinds — they will build your power.

One should not often wield a sword in this world, so let us wield a pen and write the rights and wrongs, the haves and have nots.

Let us write of every topic, of every feeling, of the pieces of a broken heart, and hearts sealed with a silver kiss.

But we are done. Fini. Don’t you know that you have a choice; a decision on whether you can do this unaided.

You have the skills to let words fly; to inspire and grow until words form a language that speaks to the entirety.

No word was ever wasted. Edited, but it existed for a reason. You’ll revise endlessly.

And finish with a matter of letting memories collide; as thoughts that you have completed one small journey provide you with satisfaction sublime.

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©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.