tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64898065463929853622011-12-20T01:08:49.971-06:00The Writing Shenanigans of L. V. GaudetCome see what secrets lurk on the dark and dusty shelf of a fiction writer.L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-45610426102781425422011-04-15T09:00:00.001-05:002011-04-15T09:00:05.077-05:00Book Review – Jeffery Deaver’s The Blue NowhereI just finished reading Jeffery Deaver’s The Blue Nowhere. I should probably start by mentioning that this really isn’t my kind of book.
“What do you mean?” you ask?
The simple truth is that there are a very large number of books being pigeonholed into a small list of broad category genres.
While I enjoy most genres including crime fiction and thrillers, they include a large variety of L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-58885949893659730672011-04-10T10:00:00.002-05:002011-04-11T08:47:11.846-05:00Cuban Adventures – 5 days, 7 nights in Cuba Part Five: Highlights, Lowlights, and Stuff In Between.There are two things we noticed immediately about the Cuban people that we came into contact with.
First was their unfailing friendliness. It seemed that nearly everyone we dealt with was friendly, courteous, and helpful.
Perhaps that is in part because they were the lucky ones. No matter how bad we thought their job was, at least they had jobs. And maybe it was in part because of their L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-37296435366892479482011-04-08T09:22:00.000-05:002011-04-08T09:22:31.670-05:00Rambling about Job HuntingIf there is one thing that I learned about job hunting, is that you don’t realize how it can affect a person (specifically yourself) until you are doing it yourself.
Sure, I should know all this already. Right? After all, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve ever job hunted. In fact, I’ve job hunted no less than six times. Closer to ten really, since you don’t include every job you’ve L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-939854604462064142011-03-26T15:00:00.002-05:002011-03-26T15:00:06.536-05:00Cuban Adventures – 5 days, 7 nights in Cuba Part Four: Cavorting CatamaransWhat rocks more than being in a tropical place like Cuba with five days and five nights to frolic and have fun while it’s -40 wind-chills and blizzards back home?
Riding a catamaran in rough seas.
Waiting for the bus to the catamaran
Lucky for us it wasn’t rough seas on the day we took the catamaran tour. It also started out as a pretty good day – we didn’t have to medicate the seven yearL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-22248051980217450342011-03-21T21:43:00.000-05:002011-03-21T21:43:59.766-05:00Book Review – Cormac McCarthy’s The RoadWhen I picked up Cormac McCarthy’s The Road I didn’t really look at the “#1 National Bestseller” on the cover. Heck, it seems like all the books on the shelf at Wal-Mart say that, or some similar claim. And I didn’t even notice the “Winner of the Pulitzer Prize” blurb beneath the author’s name.
I had no idea who Cormac McCarthy was. I’d never even heard of McCarthy. These last years as a L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-4554917378672535652011-03-20T10:00:00.001-05:002011-03-20T10:00:03.680-05:00Cuban Adventures – 5 days, 7 nights in Cuba Part Three: The Vacation BeginsIt’s Thursday evening, we’ve all been up since two A.M., spent an endless day of waiting, travelling, and more waiting, and amazingly not one of us has slept other than Robyn’s brief passing out on the bus going to the resort.
I popped some ibuprofen and we had our luggage locked in the baggage room while we put the kids into swimsuits because we were all overheating in our travelling clothes,L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-80954517946840899722011-03-19T10:00:00.001-05:002011-03-20T12:31:26.967-05:00Book Review - Stephenie Meyer Twilight SagaFor my second book review attempt I chose another series by a well heard of and much loved and hated writer. I have not seen as many negative reviews about this series, but it does seem to be one that people certainly love to hate.
With so many rabidly negative comments popping up randomly online and out of peoples’ mouths about both the writer and the series since the first book came out, a L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-54808595821288410472011-03-18T10:00:00.002-05:002011-03-18T10:00:06.200-05:00Cuban Adventures – 5 days, 7 nights in Cuba Part Two: Arrival in Cuba.I was a little nervous when we arrived in Cuba. This was my first time leaving Canada, other than a few trips driving over the border to the United States, and my first plane ride since I was bordering on just beginning my teen years, many years before all the fear and high security for airlines. The news and the world online are filled with horror stories of all the worst things that can L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-81609392291919419022011-03-17T14:05:00.000-05:002011-03-17T14:05:21.824-05:00Book Review – Dan Brown’s Robert Langdon SeriesI am making my first attempt at blogging a book review. As a newbie at this I picked a couple of popular series to test the waters with. This will give anyone reading my first reviews something they can compare to and let them judge just how good or bad a reviewer I am. For my very first review I have chosen a book series by a well known author that everyone has heard of, even if they haven’t L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-18469489018789590972011-03-16T20:38:00.001-05:002011-03-16T20:38:00.240-05:00About Book ReviewsI always wondered about book reviews.
I completely disregard the comments strewn about the cover and inside pages of books. You know the sort, things like “spellbinding” and “”dazzling”, or "Edge-of-your-seat-excitement..." (This particular one was by San Francisco Chronicle inside a book jacket). Every book seems to have them, including the really bad ones. The more generic the comment, the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-86700561587335176002011-03-14T08:00:00.002-05:002011-03-16T08:41:50.829-05:00Cuban Adventures – 5 days, 7 nights in Cuba Part One: Heading for Cuba.The clock did not yet read two A.M., the alarm had not yet rang, but still it was time to get up. You might as well when you have been lying more awake than asleep in fitful bouts of dozing all night long and the alarm will sound in less than ten minutes.
The house was still a shambles, having exhaustedly run out of time trying to clean it the night before and gone off to bed.
The state of L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-73935348683223997312011-02-26T17:39:00.005-06:002011-04-08T13:30:57.772-05:00Some Worthy TweetersI haven't had time these last months for anything writing - blogging, schmoozing, writing - with the whole family adjusting to my return to the working life after six years as a stay at home mom.
I haven't had the time for things like Twitter's #FF (Follow Friday)
Making up for lost time, here is a list of worthy tweeters that I follow on Twitter. (Now let's see if I can manage to write L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-64500065338184744462010-12-04T15:30:00.001-06:002010-12-04T15:30:00.053-06:00Week One - Returning To Working LifeWell, we all survived my first week in my new life as a working mom. Ok, more or less survived maybe is a better way of putting it. It has been a week of adjusting in a big way for all of us.
I have gone from getting up at around 6:30-7ish to 5:30 and am unbelievably and completely exhausted with my body balking at the rudeness of getting up that early. And I think I need to change that to L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-48994452227032759062010-11-28T18:00:00.001-06:002010-11-28T18:00:00.931-06:00"Tis The Day Before EmploymentToday is the last day of my life as an unemployed bum (a.k.a. stay-at-home-mom).
'Tis the day before employment, when all through the house
Every creature is stirring, somewhere I’m sure is even a mouse.
The clothes are hung in the closet with care,
In the hopes that quickly out the door I will be on my way there.
The kids are laying out their Barbies and Bratz in their little doll beds,
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-79743135673101595562010-11-25T06:00:00.001-06:002010-11-25T06:00:08.755-06:00The New JobI am going back to work soon after being an unemployed bum (a.k.a. stay at home mom) for close to seven years, that’s since December 1, 2004.
I am optimistically terrified. That’s another way of saying I am positively positive that I am scared to death. It’s a big change after all; a life-altering change. Seriously, I haven’t worked in seven years. What if I suck? What if I have no idea what toL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-55695725655055971982010-11-22T18:00:00.001-06:002010-11-22T18:00:03.491-06:00Three-Quarters of the Way to Not There – A NaNo Experiment in MadnessTomorrow is November 23rd – exactly three-quarters of the way through November and the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge.
With time running down into the last week of four, I am roughly half-way there to the 50,000 word count.
I’d say it’s pretty safe to say that my NaNo challenge is a complete and utter failure. With at best six writing days before November 30th, includingL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-65527606259461162812010-11-17T10:28:00.000-06:002010-11-17T10:28:37.264-06:002010 NaNoWriMo Challenge - Chapter OneFor your amusement and mine, here is a sneak peek - chapter one of my NaNoWriMo 2010 novel.
One
The woods behind my house are disappearing.
All those beautifully twisted old oak trees that fill our little suburb with their mangled skeletal fingers, clacking in the winds of the dark winter nights.
We live in one of those cozy little bedroom communities only a short drive outside the city, L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-31488530562463807712010-11-15T22:00:00.001-06:002010-11-15T22:00:00.208-06:00It's Hump Day!Yes, I know it isn't Wednesday.
But today, Monday November the 15th marks the middle of November.
More importantly, it marks the halfway point for us nutty writers who have taken up the NaNoWriMo challenge. Yes, we really and truly seriously are trying to write 50,000 words in only 30 days.
Coffee has become a staple food in our diets.
Our fingers have permanent pencil or keyboard L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-55591988112428414732010-11-12T15:30:00.001-06:002010-11-12T15:30:00.853-06:00Remembering to Remember (Remembrance Day)Remembering to Remember (Remembrance Day)
Yesterday, November 11th, was Remembrance Day in Canada, the day we are supposed to take a moment to think about and remember our veterans of war. They even give us a full day off from school and selected jobs (if it falls on a week day) just so we can take a brief moment out of our day to do this.
Many take this as just another woohoo day, as in “L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-13131754829980040142010-11-04T14:38:00.001-05:002010-11-04T14:38:00.157-05:00The Woods - Random RamblingsWhen I look out my back window and stare at those beautifully twisted, scraggly, and wretchedly ugly knobby old oak trees - I pretend they just go on and on forever. Then I consider what kinds of wonderfully sinister things those old trees might be up to out there, deep in the woods where brave souls dare not tread.
And that, my friends, is where some of my story ideas come from.
If I can L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-66596353461895970902010-11-01T13:00:00.001-05:002010-11-01T13:00:00.716-05:00NaNoWriMo 2010 Challenge - Day 1It's the first day of NaNoWriMo for 2010, and my first time actually trying to compete.
I’m expecting it to be a tough competition; after all I’m up against some pretty tough competitors. Let’s see, just to start I’m coming out of the gate with no preparation whatsoever, so we’ll call competitor number one “Unpreparedness”. Yup, as crazy as it is, I have no story in mind, so characters, no L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-20797226597883772792010-11-01T09:56:00.000-05:002010-11-01T09:56:32.504-05:00NaNoWriMo 2010 ChallengeLast year I was too chicken to try competing in the NaNoWriMo challenge – National Novel Writing Month.
I made a lot of excuses for myself, volunteering in two classrooms, having a Kindergartener at home every other day, chores, other writing projects, etc etc etc.
So, I decided to give myself my own unofficial mini NaNo challenge.
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NaNoWriMo Challenge 2009:
The novel: Unnamed L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-60370019001793194512010-10-28T16:55:00.000-05:002010-10-28T16:55:03.210-05:00Spooks, Monsters, and NaNoWriMoSpooks, Monsters, and NaNoWriMo
By L. V. Gaudet
© October 2010
If there is one holiday that inspires me as a writer, it is Halloween.
While many of the things we do for Halloween, running around in costumes and decorating our homes to scare the bogeymen away, yet inviting the spooks and ghosts with open arms and their favorite treats, have roots in Pagan rituals and beliefs – HalloweenL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-52106371565819494052010-10-27T10:05:00.001-05:002010-10-27T10:05:00.823-05:00Halloween Bash - Halloween FunHalloween Bash
by L.V. Gaudet
Ghost ghost, where is the ghost.
He is the party host.
Which witch has the stitch,
the stitch to sew Scarecrow Mitch.
We’re getting ready for the Halloween bash,
with treats and tricks and dancing the Monster Mash.
There will be eyeball stew and finger goo,
and enough candy for me and you.
Sam Skeleton rattled his bones too hard,
and they fell allL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-55331867182308583302010-10-26T12:04:00.000-05:002010-10-26T12:04:03.568-05:00Grizelda's Rain Hex - Halloween FunGrizelda's Rain Hex
by L.V. Gaudet
Bad witch Grizelda hexed rain in the air,
So here is a magic spell—if you dare.
Rain rain now you go away,
So the spooks and goblins can come out to play.
The houses are decorated quite a fright,
So we can have fun this Halloween night.
We’ll trick and treat and yell out “Boo!”
Because that is what little monsters do.
Now if you say this spell just rightL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-45760605299825192812010-10-18T14:36:00.001-05:002010-10-18T14:38:07.698-05:00Anniversaries, Children, and the Death of the Date Night - Random RamblingsAnniversaries, Children, and the Death of the Date Night
By L. V. Gaudet
© October 18, 2010
This past weekend was an anniversary of sorts for us. It’s not the traditional wedding type of anniversary, or moving in together, or engagement anniversary. No, it’s one of those girlie things some of us girls do that men tend to shake their heads at and say “That’s not a real anniversary.”
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-66891139489825346802010-10-15T17:01:00.001-05:002010-10-15T17:02:07.276-05:00Life Changes - Random RamblingsLife Changes
By L. V. Gaudet
© October 2010
Life always seems to have a way of throwing changes at us. Birth, death, marriage, divorce.
I weathered two big life changes with a mixture of fear, dread, wonder, and eagerness. First, becoming a mother, and second, becoming a stay at home parent. Both added a new dimension to my world, a whole new life full of trials both expected and L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-70751661043090007472010-10-14T07:00:00.005-05:002010-10-14T07:00:11.264-05:00In My Shoes -- Guest Blogger Wendy ElyI am pleased to invite guest blogger and author Wendy Ely to my blog to discuss her new book Midnight Secrets.
L.V. Gaudet
In My Shoes -- Wendy Ely
As a mother I try to encourage my children to persue whatever activity sparks their interest. My son is 12 now and my daughter is 13. Both children have vivid imaginations and you should hear the stories my son tries to lay on me! Even though L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-9161427530208874252010-09-22T09:12:00.000-05:002010-09-22T09:12:01.727-05:00Writing is like reading a book for the first time.Writing is like reading a book for the first time. You can outline ahead and know how the story goes, or you can just sit down and write. Sure, outlining is more logical and will probably bring a tighter storyline, but it lacks spontaneity.
Writing without knowing what happens next is just more fun.
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-59724434521751152452010-09-20T10:42:00.000-05:002010-09-20T10:42:15.217-05:00The Tooth Fairy and the Ivory Tower - Children's StoryThe Tooth Fairy and the Ivory Tower
By L. V. Gaudet
© September 17, 2010
Once upon a time there was a little princess who lived in a beautiful castle in a beautiful land. The princess had a wonderful life because she had everything she had ever wanted.
Whatever Princess Angelica wanted, Princess Angelica got. Yes, everything!
In fact every year her father, the king, had to have a new, biggerL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-73588032405551096922010-07-08T09:00:00.002-05:002010-10-14T10:56:57.755-05:00Stones In The Ships (Short Story)One day, for a lark, I decided to play with a random title generator online. I clicked the button a number of times, flipping lists of randomly generated titles faster than I could read them. Then, I picked the three best titles on the list, picked one of those three, and started writing to see what would come of it.
This story is the result.
Stones in the Ships
By L. V. Gaudet
© JanuaryL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-78484955259329776372010-07-06T17:00:00.001-05:002010-07-06T17:00:01.412-05:00Summer ResolutionsSummer is here again, and with it comes all the bugs, sunshine, and heat you can handle. The kids are off school and driving their summer caregivers to distraction as they adjust to their new schedules or lack of schedules. And for those of us who are stay at home parents, those pesky chores like grocery shopping turn into epic journeys as we load the entire troupe into the car to brave the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-4268157156833273152010-03-31T14:00:00.002-05:002010-10-14T10:58:33.089-05:00Waiting (Short Story)Waiting
By L. V. Gaudet
© March 2010
It was a busy street where it all happened. At least that’s where my earliest memory begins.
You know the kind of street, where cars whiz by fast, people of every description come, go, or stop a while, and the air is filled with more smells and sounds than the senses can take in.
We waited in the sometimes shelter and sometimes shade of the concrete at theL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-70840547831033597522010-03-23T15:00:00.001-05:002010-03-23T15:00:00.906-05:00Robynism - Dinner (Last Night)Robynism - Dinner (Last Night)
Mom - "Wash up, dinner's ready."
Robyn – “But we’re playing.”
Mom – “Now please.”
Robyn – “We have to play!”
Mom – “Now.”
Two minutes later, kids hands now washed and everyone at the table...
Robyn (as she is sitting down) – “That sure was a lot of kid playing,” matter of factly.
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-60595897094617261152010-03-04T17:33:00.001-06:002010-03-04T17:33:00.422-06:00Oh, For The Love Of Laundry! (And Math)When I did laundry for one, I did laundry one day a week. It took just a few hours, no problem.
When I did laundry for two, I did laundry one day a week. No biggie, a few extra loads, it only took a little bit longer.
Now with laundry for four, I find myself washing multiple loads (at least two) every day, and yet the laundry is never done. The hampers are always full, the baskets always in L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-57012060951593011652010-01-27T17:00:00.000-06:002010-01-27T17:00:13.887-06:00A Crocadilly Silly DayA Crocadilly Silly Day
L.V. Gaudet
© January 21, 2010
Today was a crocadilly silly day.
What is a crocadilly silly day, you ask?
Well, I’ll tell you. Just listen to this story.
It all started when I woke up in bed.
I blinked at the ceiling and said,
“I think a pet crocodile today would be fun.”
So I went to the computer and printed out one.
I snuck back to my room and tucked him into my bedL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-68798230407211112812010-01-27T09:48:00.001-06:002010-01-27T09:50:19.361-06:00Robynism: Tea Party and Hot CocoaNo words, just action. Preparing for a tea party. Quickly, when I turned to look at her, she nonchalantly tries to hide the hot cocoa can behind her body while trying to be oh so casual about picking up the lid she dropped without me seeing what she's doing.
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-67859069313777748502010-01-21T09:45:00.000-06:002010-01-21T09:45:11.494-06:00Guest BloggingIn October I hosted my friend Pat Bertram on my blog to help her promote her new book Daughter Am I.
I had a great deal of fun doing it. Starting with January 2010, I would like to make hosting a guest blogger a regular monthly feature on my blog. Since I actually have a blog with both BlogSpot and Wordpress, this really means hosting two bloggers a month – one on each blog.
If you would L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-8028844214848919172010-01-21T08:58:00.000-06:002010-01-21T08:58:04.794-06:00Robynism on drinks and mustachesRobynism: "I need a straw to drink my hot cocoa because all kinds of drinks give you mustaches. But not everything gives me mustaches (sigh), coming from my nose."
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-44564168458766364712009-11-06T13:04:00.004-06:002009-11-06T13:07:37.169-06:00My Four Year Old On RollerskatingA Robynism from October 6, 2009
Riding her new roller skates (and I cringe as I say this) in the house ...
I quote, straight from the mouth of my babe ...
"Mom, when you can't find me, and you can't hear me, and I'm not in the other room, then I'm in the hall and I fell softly to the ground."
Yep, my kid is weird.
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-72396650581537765732009-11-03T15:52:00.001-06:002009-11-03T15:55:15.304-06:00NaNoWriMo
NaNoWriMo
By L. V. Gaudet
© November 2009
November is NaNoWriMo.
If you are anything like me, then you are probably shaking your head in a decidedly confused way right now while thinking, “Nanowriwhowhat? Huh?”
This is something entirely new to me. I’ve been writing off and on for years on my own with no contact with the world of writers and publishing. Now that I have become active in thatL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-68131165413520467442009-10-31T18:55:00.000-05:002009-10-31T18:55:25.660-05:00Halloween 2009Halloween 2009
The big day is here. The costumes are all in order, the house is decorated, and the candy is hiding where the kids can’t get into it. There is an excitement in the air that comes only with special days like Santa morning, Easter egg day, birthdays, and of course trick-or-treat day. Kids everywhere are behaving as though they have already eaten ten pounds of pure sugar, and L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-43096274467135705372009-10-28T22:01:00.002-05:002009-11-03T13:25:48.069-06:00It's Halloween! What a Treat! (fun Halloween poem for kids)It's Halloween! What a Treat!
by L.V. Gaudet
(c) October 28, 2009
Spook’em time is here.
Oh what do you fear?
Bats and Barts and whoopee cushion farts?
Ghosts and posts and party hosts?
Here’s a wish for lots of Halloween candy
From your friends Robyn and Sidney
Stay smart and safe,
As you run every place.
But most of all have fun,
(And don’t forget to let your Mom or Dad
check that candy L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-84630306613578678012009-10-28T10:25:00.002-05:002009-10-28T10:27:13.049-05:00Halloween 2009 - 3 More SleepsHalloween 2009 – 3 More Sleeps
I’m noticing more houses on the street becoming playgrounds for the ghoulish creatures from the land of B horror movies and nightmares. But it sure is a far cry from the fanciful ghoulish wonderland I remember as a child. It used to be that you could tell a house’s motives even before the day witches, goblins, and vampires roam the night. Almost all the houses L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-3787387453159427922009-10-27T23:10:00.001-05:002009-10-27T23:10:54.220-05:00Halloween 2009 - 4 More SleepsHalloween 2009 – 4 More Sleeps
Halloween party planning is afoot. Rumors are spreading faster than notes and invitations, kids are eagerly discussing who brings what treat, and mothers are frantically thinking fast how to “make” 25 of the best boo-and-goo orange iced pumpkin cupcakes on the block with little or no warning.
Today’s feature story is a flash fiction story (1,000 words or less) L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-46954245767811584932009-10-27T14:30:00.067-05:002009-11-03T14:11:40.824-06:00(What Kind Of) Writer Am I - With Guest Pat BertramDaughter Am I Blog Tour 2009 - With Guest Pat Bertram
(What Kind Of) Writer Am I
I am thrilled to be featuring my first ever guest blogger, Pat Bertram, author of three novels published with Second Wind Publishing LLC.
This is an especially exciting event for me for a few reasons; one being that Halloween is only a few days away and I love Halloween. Okay, so blogging isn't exactly L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-81342432533190364032009-10-26T14:12:00.001-05:002009-10-26T14:13:13.586-05:00Halloween 2009 - 5 More SleepsHalloween is just around the corner. The decorations are up, kids costumes bought, the pumpkin is awaiting carving, and we're putting off buying the candy so it doesn't get eaten before Halloween.
In honor of Halloween, I'll be sharing a few ghouslish tidbits.
Today's feature story is a flash fiction story (1,000 words or less) called "Knock on Ginger". It is about (yes you guessed it) the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-21477310347809265172009-10-23T15:15:00.001-05:002009-10-23T16:38:33.415-05:00The Princesses And The Pirates - Children's StoryThis is a children's story I wrote together with my six year old. The story is hers. I helped her put it into words.
The Princesses And The Pirates
by L.V. Gaudet & S.P. Gaudet
(C) October 23, 2009
Once upon a time there was a castle in a land far away. There were two princesses who lived in that castle, who by a very strange coincidence of the stars were born on the same day in May but L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-76036700665781048202009-10-19T14:59:00.000-05:002009-10-19T14:59:08.895-05:00Poem - Witches, Goblins, and Spooks - Oh My!Witches, Goblins, and Spooks – Oh My!
© October 19, 2009
by L.V. Gaudet
Witches, goblins, and spooks – oh my!
Bats and ghosts flying in the sky.
Trick or treat and stamp your feet,
I want something good to eat.
Fairies, princesses, and ponies – oh dear!
Masks, makeup, and costumes are here.
Trick or treat and stamp your feet,
I want something good to eat.
Heroes, villains, and clowns – L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-42036937647788972962009-10-15T12:17:00.000-05:002009-10-15T12:18:33.516-05:00Poem - A Scare in the AirA Scare in the Air
By L. V. Gaudet
© October 15, 2009
There is a crackle in the air,
of crisp fall leaves crunching like the dry cackle of witches.
Someone is hurrying over there,
racing from darkened tree to darkened tree while holding up too big britches.
Pumpkins lit and carved with care,
eerie flames licking their hollowed insides in a dance of twitches.
Ghosts hang from branches bare,
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-30800842596359989352009-09-24T16:37:00.001-05:002009-09-24T16:39:22.789-05:00Random Ramblings - Bittersweet Good-byesBittersweet Good-byes
L.V. Gaudet
© September 24, 209
Good-byes are ever bittersweet, greeted with a mixture of regret and anticipation. Good-byes mean things coming to an end, but also are the bringer’s of the new, and change is always a little bit frightening and exhilarating all at once.
That time of year has come again for those of us in central Canada and our close southern neighbors.L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-11144083996709678992009-08-31T15:03:00.000-05:002009-08-31T15:04:12.284-05:00Words On Writing - A Few Words on My Writing Experiences – “Show, Don’t Tell”A Few Words on My Writing Experiences – “Show, Don’t Tell”
By L. V. Gaudet
© August 31/09
Perfection is a fallacy. Like so many things, the idea of perfection is very much “in the eye of the beholder” (a well-used phrase that can be attributed to too many individuals and contexts, so I won’t even attempt it). What each of us might consider as our version of ‘perfect’ varies as much as the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-42219233829278177552009-07-28T09:45:00.006-05:002009-07-28T09:57:06.594-05:00Label Descriptions - Descriptions of the label categories in this blogA Short Burst of Writing are some of my short stories I have written over the years. Some may be more to the enjoyment of a younger crowd, some is more of adult content, and some may seem downright strange. Some were also written quite some time ago. Please bear with the strangeness and any tendencies to run on the darker side of fiction.
Teasers are to tease, tantalize, and generally pique L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-37312395376482737022009-07-14T17:56:00.001-05:002009-07-14T18:00:36.767-05:00Words on Writing - When a Conclusion, Well..., Isn't a ConclusionL. V. Gaudet is hosting this weeks discussion on Facebook’s Suspense/Thriller Writers group.
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=2397748813&topic=17474
When a Conclusion, Well …, Isn’t a Conclusion At All
By L. V. Gaudet
© July 2009
There are so many things we worry about when we write a story; from turning that story idea from a twinkle in our eyes, initiating the beginning of the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-32466156060879005932009-07-11T10:00:00.006-05:002010-10-14T11:00:04.641-05:00Short Story - FallingFalling
By L. V. Gaudet
© June 2009
This is a mystery, as best as I can tell. Or, perhaps, it is just a story about a mysterious journey of the mind. Is it a crime? Perhaps. The crime of dreams unfulfilled, of a mind neglected; a crime of the mind, the heart, the soul. Ok, perhaps a crime of the body as well.
It started on a day much like today …
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“Where’s the child?”
“She’s not much L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-60237456916484207412009-07-10T11:46:00.005-05:002010-10-14T11:01:37.515-05:00Short Story - Old Mill RoadOld Mill Road
By L. V. Gaudet
© June 2009
The four kids stood around looking down at it.
“I don’t think we should tell anyone,” David said. He was the oldest of the group, a virtual adult at ten.
“We have to,” his brother Ian insisted.
“They’ll think we did it,” he warned. “We could go to jail.”
The third boy, Nick, youngest of the children, whimpered. He didn’t want to go to jail. ThatL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-88128803606192979892009-07-08T10:59:00.002-05:002009-07-08T11:02:24.056-05:00Random Ramblings - Observation of a Six Year OldObservation of my six year old girl:
"Mom, Spongebob is just like your mother. He talks a lot."L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-3532048367520589962009-07-07T08:36:00.001-05:002009-07-07T08:38:35.364-05:00Random Ramblings - "He's crazy like a girl.""He's crazy like a girl." This is the wisdom of children, straight out of the mouth of my four year old (and youngest) girl, and said about a friend while playing at the beach.L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-87659163304768770762009-06-19T16:27:00.000-05:002009-06-19T16:28:13.980-05:00Random Ramblings - "That's my pet mosquito."Four year olds. Gotta love them.
My four year old said this today: "That's my pet mosquito. He bites."L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-3584178974239810712009-05-26T09:27:00.005-05:002009-11-03T14:00:08.709-06:00Words on Writing - As a writer, what do you find to be your greatest ally and your greatest foe?L. V. Gaudet is hosting todays discussion on the Facebook group "Suspense/Thriller Writers".
Todays discussion is: As a writer, what do you find to be your greatest ally and your greatest foe?
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?topic=16774&post=211490&uid=2397748813#post211490
Allies and villains, every story has at least one of each. Whether they are touchable and alive, their hearts L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-28438525418026330762009-04-10T08:24:00.005-05:002009-11-03T14:05:06.831-06:00Being Stuck on a Word (Facebook discussion topic)L. V. Gaudet is hosting today's discussion on "Being Stuck on a Word" on the Facebook group Second Wind Publishing LLC.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/topic.php?uid=46004593127&topic=8365&ref=mf
Being Stuck on a Word
What writer has not struggled with something at some point? Perhaps you have struggled with tying up those loose ends of a story, grappled with how to not end up killing off L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-34555705583453400282009-03-17T17:11:00.003-05:002009-03-17T17:17:01.426-05:00Random Ramblings - Being ... Stuck on a WordL. V. Gaudet is hosting this weeks discussion on Facebook's Suspense/Thriller Writers group.
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?topic=15765&post=183491&uid=2397748813#post183491
Being ... Stuck On a Word
There is a phenomenon that sometimes strikes me in the middle of a writing session. You know the kind, when the words are flowing faster than your fingers can type, they fly across the L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-18822078809930406952009-03-14T09:00:00.000-05:002009-03-14T09:00:01.113-05:00Random Ramblings - From the Mouths of Babes
From the Mouths of Babes
Not long ago, around Valentine's Day, we had to make the difficult decision to euthanize our beloved diabetic dog Tia the Terrible when her health seriously declined. Naturally I was somewhat morose.
Picking up on my sadness, and completely on their own, our four and five year olds imparted these timeless tidbits of wisdom in an effort to make me feel better ...
L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-87440147354944991762009-03-13T09:04:00.004-05:002009-03-13T09:32:16.370-05:00Random Ramblings - The Wisdom of Children on Fixing Your ComputerThe Wisdom of Children on Fixing Your Computer
My ever industrious, somewhat illustrious, and by no means un-ambitious, four year old is so computer savvy that she knows how to fix whatever it is that ails your computer.
"You need dot com," she says with a knowledgeable nod of her head and in a tone that leaves no room for doubt. "Just do dot com."
And with that tidbit of timeless wisdom L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-69929089124993110882009-03-05T15:43:00.000-06:002009-03-05T15:44:37.043-06:00Words on Writing - About Works of ArtAbout Works of Art
A work of art is never truly done, and a story is never completely told.
Always, there will be something that can be edited, added, changed, or improved.
Always, there will be some piece of the story missing, left untold for both the readers and writers imagination.
L. V. GaudetL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-21528764753816565672009-02-28T09:40:00.000-06:002009-02-28T09:41:07.724-06:00Words on Writing - Stuck on a WordStuck on a Word
By L. V. Gaudet
© February 2009
The dreaded call of the writer …, “Aaaugghhh! What’s that word!? I need *the* word!”
What writer has not experienced this phenomenon at some point? You know, that terrible feeling that *the* perfect word is out there somewhere. It has a feel, almost as vibrant as if it had life of its own; perhaps you think you can even almost taste it. L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-38264896105253974342009-02-11T14:54:00.007-06:002010-10-14T11:12:16.477-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - The Woods (Flash Fiction)The Woods
By L. V. Gaudet
© February 2009
It was an ordinary forest, as far as spooky looking woods go, filled mostly with craggy twisted oak trees, their gnarled branches reaching like skeletal fingers and deeply wrinkled cracked bark. They clustered together, their branches twisted and tangled together, daring any to enter their midst. The land here lay low and wet in the spring, leaving L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-55782680173109099312009-02-11T12:24:00.005-06:002010-10-14T11:11:13.092-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Ghost Ship 2 (flash fiction)Ghost Ship 2 - Return the Illopogas
by L. V. Gaudet
(C) February 2009
The waves licked wetly at the dock, muted and dull. The pale moon tried to illuminate the world below with little success. Dark clouds looming on the horizon drifted in, the first tattered fingers splaying across the moon like skeletal limbs. Wind drifted across the sandy edge of the water where the tide lapped the sand L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-61126122703238248262009-01-14T10:40:00.005-06:002010-10-14T11:12:50.972-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Knock on Ginger (Flash Fiction)Knock On Ginger
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2009
The doorbell chimed, its ring bouncing merrily off the walls.
The old woman pulled herself from her chair with difficulty, pulling her walker to her to use for support. In the slow shuffle-walk of the infirm, she carefully placed the walker ahead then shuffled three little steps. Thump shuffle shuffle shuffle, pause. Thump shuffle shuffle L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-63849066397215640532009-01-13T11:59:00.006-06:002010-10-14T11:13:24.349-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Ghost Ship (Flash Fiction)Ghost Ship (The Illopogas)
by L. V. Gaudet
(C) January 2009
A pall hung over the moon, misty clouds stringing across the sky like the tattered remnants of a ghostly sail. The endless sound of the ocean forever in motion whispered ceaselessly like the incomprehensible roar of a far away stadium crowd. Pale light from the moon reflected weakly off the constant gently rolling water, L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-82940725166585091772009-01-13T11:57:00.003-06:002010-10-14T11:17:46.870-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Creature (Flash Fiction)Creature (Flash Fiction)
by L. V. Gaudet
(C) December 2008
The naked figure crouched low to the ground as though trying to hide in the short stubble of the freshly harvested wheat field. Her hot steamy breath wafted out in a white mist between lightly parted lips as she exhaled gently into the chill fall air. The crisp coolness of the night enveloped her body in a silky blanket of frigid L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-33824695478775917432009-01-05T14:36:00.008-06:002010-10-14T11:13:57.896-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Blood (Flash Fiction)Blood
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2009
He dipped a finger into the pool of blood. It was a casual gesture, dabbing at it lazily like paint in a paint cup. Careful not to drip the crimson wetness from his fingertip, he brought it to the canvas. Gently and with great care, he spread the blood about the canvas, creating a brightly splashed picture.
He didn’t know who’s blood it was, nor even if L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-80291895709920430812009-01-05T14:09:00.003-06:002010-10-14T10:23:43.490-05:00Scribblings for Children - The Princesses PeaTHE PRINCESSES PEA
By L. V. Gaudet
© June 2008
Here are two princess sisters,
Princess Robyn, and Princess Sidney.
“Time for dinner,” said Mommy.
And the princesses sat at the table.
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When they looked down at their plates
what did they see?
A little spoonful of peas each,
for Princess Robyn and
Princess Sidney.
“Yuck! No peas for me,”
saidL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-22420645628816104202009-01-05T13:59:00.001-06:002009-01-05T14:06:04.461-06:00Words on Writing - Who Do You Write For?Who Do You Write For?
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2009
This is yet another one of those age old questions about writing. When you write, who do you ultimately write for?
Do you write with your reader in mind? Do your thoughts linger on what that publisher or agent might like? Do you write for a loved one, a deep need to release some pent up thoughts and feelings, or simply for yourself?
I L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-27451807819811395172008-12-21T18:16:00.005-06:002010-10-14T11:14:32.834-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Behind a White Curtain (Flash Fiction)Behind a White Curtain
By L. V. Gaudet
© December 2008
It was quite bright and tranquil the day it begun, snow lazily falling and blanketing the world in a soft downy blanket of fluff, drawing a white curtain over all the ugliness of the world.
However, there was a dark storm brewing somewhere, deep within the breast of one soul. For some reason he came out only with the falling snow, his L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-86027414104017542852008-12-21T13:36:00.002-06:002010-10-14T11:15:10.457-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Snow (Flash Fiction)Snow
By L. V. Gaudet
© December 2008
It was a dark and stormy night.
No, actually it wasn’t. That is just so cliché.
It was neither dark, nor stormy. In fact, it was quite bright and tranquil with the snow lazily falling and blanketing the world in a soft downy blanket.
However, there was a dark storm brewing somewhere, deep within the breast of one fateful soul who will have a rather L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-72976483047465989472008-12-19T17:55:00.000-06:002008-12-19T17:56:41.288-06:00Words on Writing - Confessions of a Shelf SkimmerConfessions of a Shelf Skimmer
By L. V. Gaudet
© December 2008
I am a shelf skimmer. Perhaps that makes me a rare breed of book buyer, or just one of a very large group.
Seldom do I approach the book rack with a particular title or author in mind. My approach is more that of one approaching a large buffet filled with unknown delicacies. Most of the choices look ok, some even look pretty L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-18597185362141858152008-12-17T13:09:00.001-06:002009-03-14T16:09:47.313-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Little CupLittle Cup The extraordinary story of a very ordinary little cup By L. V. Gaudet © December 2008 .
The day was as any other, that day on which a very ordinary little cup was made along with a bunch of other very ordinary little cups. And today, again, was a day the same as any other day. The cups sat in a line on the shelf, rows behind rows of identical plain little tin cups. They were L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-29661510030200610562008-12-16T15:30:00.002-06:002008-12-18T14:34:57.719-06:00Random Ramblings - If Our Neighbours Could Hear Us … Would They Think We’re Nuts?Sometimes, in all seriousness, I do wonder ...
If Our Neighbours Could Hear Us … Would They Think We’re Nuts?
S (5 yrs) says something I don't really hear. The kids are in another room.
R (who is turning 4 next week): "S, MY MOTHER IS NOT AN ALIEN!!!"
Naturally, I call across the house at the absurdity of this conversation ...
Me: "I AM SO AN ALIEN!"
Little R yells back at me ...
R: "NO L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-26380713524291173292008-12-13T13:58:00.000-06:002008-12-13T13:59:40.582-06:00Teaser - Men of Twelve Chapt 3, Scene 1From the draft of my novel in progress
Excerpt from The Men of Twelve
Chapter 3, scene 1
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2007
Started writing Jan 16/07
“These are no ordinary woods gents!” cried Lord Aelric as his horse surged towards the trees. “Hold tight to your saddles and your swords and don’t believe everything you see!”
As the men drew closer, the trees waved and thrashed their branches L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-15016455970783003822008-12-13T13:57:00.000-06:002008-12-13T13:58:40.941-06:00Teaser - Men of Twelve Chapt 3, Scene 10From the draft of my novel in progress
Excerpt from The Men of Twelve
Chapter 3, scene 10
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2007
Started writing Jan 16/07
Without warning, one swirling tornado cloud swooped in with incredible speed, freezing in place half a foot from Stewart’s face, stopping motionlessly even as its swirling mass of dust continued to churn, mesmerizing. Startled, he froze, blinking, L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-2926397666144640062008-12-13T13:54:00.000-06:002008-12-13T13:55:05.648-06:00Teaser - Men of Twelve Chapt 5, Scene 2From the draft of my novel in progress
Excerpt from The Men of Twelve
Chapter 5, scene 2
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2007
Started writing Jan 16/07
Aelric pointed towards the rough line of the stream cut through the trees. A thick oak tree stood beside the opening of the gash in the woods created by the stream; its twisted naked branches looking old and wrinkled, branches reaching out with L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-54760092122825710522008-12-13T13:52:00.000-06:002008-12-13T13:53:49.931-06:00Teaser - Men of Twelve Chapt 5, Scene 4From the draft of my novel in progress
Excerpt from The Men of Twelve
Chapter 5, scene 4
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2007
Started writing Jan 16/07
A tall slender figure enshrouded within a long dark cloak riding an unnaturally tall looking white horse with grey at the roots of its mane and tale rode down the road as though on a casual jaunt through the countryside. To the east of the road lay L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-51193831659532493212008-12-13T13:44:00.001-06:002008-12-13T13:51:30.158-06:00Teaser - Men of Twelve Chapt 5, Scene 5From the draft of my novel in progress
Excerpt from The Men of Twelve
Chapter 5, scene 9
By L. V. Gaudet
© January 2007
Started writing Jan 16/07
Riding beside him, Sir Erskine was about to say something when he was abruptly cut off by a shrill cry similar to the one they had heard before. He spun in his saddle looking around for the source of the cry, but it was impossible to see anything in L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-26741536170373600212008-12-11T14:19:00.004-06:002010-10-14T10:12:20.784-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - Untitled Short Story #1This is a short story I originally started writing August 1999, put aside, and only now picked up to work on again. This is a work in progress, and an early draft with many revisions to come.
Untitled Short Story #1
By L. V. Gaudet
© August 1999
The naked figure crouched low to the ground as though trying to hide in the short stubble of the freshly harvested wheat field. Her hot steamy L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-90038929091092967482008-12-09T13:27:00.001-06:002008-12-18T14:34:24.764-06:00Random Ramblings - A Conversation With a Little OneA Conversation With a Little One
By L. V. Gaudet
At three years old my littlest one is on a big “I don’t like you Mommy” kick. At every opportunity every day she tells me, “I don’t like you Mommy, I only like Daddy.”
(Of course, “Mommy” is the one that is with her 24/7, telling her “no” to having candy, marshmallows and popcorn for breakfast; “no” to swinging from the light fixtures, “no”, “L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-56774366946044300502008-12-06T09:17:00.004-06:002010-10-14T10:28:03.120-05:00Scribblings for Children - Crocodile SoupCrocodile Soup
by L. V. Gaudet
(c) 2007 all rights reserved
Two crocodiles in the pot.
We’re making …
crocodile, crocodile, crocodile soup. (whisper)
******
Add some potatoes,
some carrots,
and other vegetables too.
We’re making …
crocodile, crocodile, crocodile soup. (whisper)
******
Stir it and simmer it,
make it really hot.
******
Add one more crocodile to L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-37552303416790138592008-11-26T18:02:00.003-06:002010-05-11T11:56:57.032-05:00A Short Burst of Writing - CharlieThis is a short story I initially wrote years ago, and have very recently re-edited. Do you catch anything unsaid within the story?
Charlie
by L. V. Gaudet
(c) November 2008
A large bumblebee flittered lazily around the flowers below the window sill, buzzing softly like a lover serenading his girl. The flowers gently sway in the light morning breeze as their fragrance is born aloft on the warmL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-762547959357159742008-11-26T13:36:00.002-06:002008-11-26T13:40:04.381-06:00Teasers - A Ramdom Quote from a CharacterA random quote by a character. Which character and from which story I shall not reveal at this time.
“A blight lays on this land, and its name is Ignorance.”L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-50489059160562407962008-11-24T11:29:00.002-06:002008-12-18T14:33:52.937-06:00Words on Writing - The Passage of Time and Little DetailsEven if the character doesn’t noticeably change, and neither does his immediate surroundings, some things can’t help but change with the years. Some things grow (plant life); other things inevitably deteriorate with age. Things become modernized as they have to be replaced. After all, that fridge in the kitchen will not last fifty years seemingly untouched by time. It might be an old time ice boxL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-68673485242871232032008-11-24T10:16:00.002-06:002008-12-18T14:32:59.716-06:00Words on Writing - On What Makes a CharacterI consider that all characters are inherently both good and evil, a product of their environment and having the freedom of will to choose how they respond to that environment and its long term effects on their character, while at the same time having no control over how that environment shapes who they have become.
In other words, the characters are all a product of their environment for good orL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-61114213120378310172008-11-23T18:49:00.001-06:002008-12-18T14:31:56.917-06:00Random Ramblings - A Little Boy's WishA Little Boy’s Wish
(c) L. V. Gaudet
written May 2004
I have a little white stone. It is an important stone, given to me years ago by a little boy who made a wish. The stone doesn’t look like much. It’s kind of dull and odd shaped, kind of like me. But when you turn it over it sparkles like the little boy who gave it to me. This stone lay around the house, forgotten, until I found it againL. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-67574474901535268402008-11-23T18:45:00.002-06:002008-12-18T14:31:07.605-06:00Random Ramblings - Little TreasuresLittle Treasures
(c) L. V. Gaudet
written May 2004
I was cleaning out the closet the other day. You know, doing spring cleaning and getting rid of some of the junk that always accumulates over the year. Beneath all the stuff on the floor of the closet, under a pair of old worn out shoes, I found a little treasure. It was a little white stone.
It doesn’t look like much. It’s kind of dull L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-40455870644914715952008-11-21T14:36:00.003-06:002010-10-14T10:15:56.846-05:00Scribblings for Children - Bunny ToesThis is a toddler book I wrote for my own children. The intent is for them to dance and act out the book as it is read. My girls love this book.
Bunny Toes
by L. V. Gaudet
(c) December 2006
I’m a little bunny,
from my nose …
all the way down
to my toes.
I have big feet
I think they’re pretty neat!
They help me go hop hop hop
Hop hop hop
I don’t stop,
Because I love to L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-84782282746363342672008-11-21T13:35:00.000-06:002008-11-21T13:36:32.140-06:00A Dark Corner of Poetry - SpringSpring
by L. V. Gaudet
(c) April 2008
White snow sparkles, glistening in the warming sun,
looking wet as the warm air kisses its crystalline form.
Snow sweat drips, sliding lazily down the crisp snow,
Transforming it's white crystals to clear shining ice.
Brown grass pokes up through the thinning snow,
reaching for the warming sun.
Wings flap, powerfully grabbing the air,
the geese are L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-91741149071703201872008-11-21T10:29:00.000-06:002008-11-21T10:30:45.459-06:00A Dark Corner of Poetry - Arctic TrekArctic Trek
By L. V. Gaudet
© Jan 2008
Footing was treacherous, and the icy blasts of wind froze us to the core, as we made our way delicately across the surface of hard crusted snow. The frozen ice crystals crunched loudly beneath our boots with each careful footstep. Blinded by the brilliance of the bright sunlight flashing off the white snow, it was difficult to see as we watched where we L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-16925678383131593902008-11-21T09:57:00.002-06:002008-11-21T10:00:18.609-06:00A Dark Corner of Poetry - Culex PipiensCulex Pipiens
By L. V. Gaudet
© Jan 2008
Oh you little Culex pipiens,
At my skin you’re always a nippins
Your tiny mosquito bite
Leaves my flesh quite a sight
Itchy red little welts
Above and below the belts
You leave me sore and scratching
In perfume most foul I am bathing
Eau de Bug Repellent it is called
For man and beast it is an impenetrable wall
But not for Culex pipiens
For they L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489806546392985362.post-53219387402366163812008-11-19T15:14:00.002-06:002008-12-18T14:29:59.934-06:00Random Ramblings - The Virgin BloggerThe Virgin Blogger
Yes Virginia, there is a virgin blogger out there. In fact, and I feel quite certain of this, there are probably a great deal of virgin bloggers out there.
Hi. My name is Lori, and I am a virgin blogger.
I’ve heard the terms “blog” and “blogging” for some time now, and yet it has always remained one of those things enshrouded in mystery and intrigue. A million vague L. V. Gaudethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02218325584485392163noreply@blogger.com0