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As we rejoice with the coming of Christ, may some of that rejoicing be for all who took the time to write in the spirit of Christ.

Thank you to all who penned a few lines of thought as a gift to us all.

What a divine blessing to be able to bring thoughts and feelings to the written page. As we write and read we become libraries of blessings.

Congrats who placed this week. For all the rest, next week just might be your turn.

My l;ast post was totally unedited, as will probably be this one.

jim

Steve, you are so on target about the key is editing. But as to my own writing, I HATE editing. I believe I need to marry an editor.

jim

a starlight lullaby and heaven is hushed, a new life is given, a new life is embraced, mother and child, who have been one, now begin their journey further and further apart. the bond is strong, the love immense, these tears of joy will become tears of pain, stable straw and woven flax, humility, si...

Thanks be to God for all the blessed writing!

Praise to the winners but remember that thee must maintain thine humility.

As for me ... sooooooo close.

As to endings -- I believe that they ought to elicit an "Amen" in the mind of the reader - a satisfying experience of completion. They should leave the reader with a few moments of reflective recollection.

Jan, I have written a series of detective novels involving a character, Lt. Ian MacKenzie. This is the ending of one of those novels, Miss Yellow Roses (each novel involves a color and flowers in the title). This is the only novel that I used this summation technique. The following week, we got wor...

The streets of Chicago are cold and mean in December. I should know. For you see my name is Sargeant Paddy O’Neill of the Chicago Police Department and I have walked this downtown beat for some twenty years. And through the course of that time, my bones have become old friends with that freezing win...

Favorite title: I Heard the Owl Call My Name by Margaret Craven

Question: What about the notion that a story flows out of its first line?

A first sentence:

Beneath the gaze of neon dragons, I found the horror of my soul.

We are but candles, melting in the fire of time, relentlessly, most assuredly, some say in crying tones, "'Tis so sad," but as for me, I cherish this burning of my mortal hours, for I become, Light in darkness, Warmth in cold, the Divine in human form. I thought I would try internal "...

We are but candles, melting in the fire of time, relentlessly, most assuredly, some say in crying tones, "'Tis so sad," but as for me, I cherish this burning of my mortal hours, for I become, Light in darkness, Warmth in cold, the Divine in human form. I thought I would try internal "...

I had named him, Wild-Eyed John. To be honest, this grizzly, grey-bearded man of the streets never would tell me his name. Wild-eyed John was too busy preaching his hell-singed sermons to be answering the inane questions of folks like me. “Are ya rightch with Jeeez-sus, young feller?” John would fir...

I can't believe I didn't think of that one.

I am finding it quite interesting how each of us uses the prompt word "fire" in different modalities. Some use the word itself, some use the attributes of the noun, some use manifestations of the phenomena, etc.