06.16.08

Rainy Days and Mondays

Posted in Promotion, guest blogger, writing tagged , , , , , , , at 11:46 am by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Anyone remember that old song by The Capenters?

“Nothin to do but frown,

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down…”

Well it’s a Monday and it pouring, but I’m not down. I am a little irritated because my trash pickup came at 7:15 AM instead 10:00 AM, as they’re supposed to. There’s really nothing quite like the feeling of exhuberance one feels while wrestling three large bags of trash down the drive in the pouring rain. Love it.

I do like the rain though and have been known to walk, dance and sing in it. But the way the lightening is streaking from the sky this morning, I think the walk down the drive was enough for me this morning. I have good news on my brother who had the massive stroke. He’s making steady progress and doing so much better than they had expected him to. So thanks to all who offered prayers on his behalf.

I have another author interview this morning at Debby Allen’s blog. A big thank you to Ms. Allen for a wonderful interview! Check it out:

http://authorinterviewspromotion.blogspot.com/

05.22.08

Be an “I” Instead of a “Me”

Posted in articles, guest blogger, non-fiction, writing resources tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 10:30 am by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Be an “I” instead of a “Me.”

 

We are tacitly taught that we exist and just are. We have been taught that all people are true to their own genes, environment and nature. We are conditioned to be objects. We are taught to be “Me,” instead of “I.” When you think of yourself as “Me,” you are limited. The “Me” is always limited. When you believe how others (parents, teachers, peers, colleagues, and others) describe you, you become that. You might want to be an artist, but others might tell you that you have no talent, training, or temperament to be an artist. The “Me” will say, “Who do you think you are?” “You are just an ordinary person. There is nothing special about you.”


There is a Japanese masterpiece film IKIRU about the life on an old man that captures the essence of what it means to be a “Me.” Ikiru is a civil servant who has labored in the bureaucracy for thirty years. He determines his self worth by how others see him. He thinks of himself as an object and spends his life preventing things from happening. He is a widower who never remarried, as his relatives told him he was too old and unattractive to remarry. He is the father of an ungrateful son who despises him because he is not rich. He does not strive to better his career as he has been told by his supervisor that he lacks the education and intelligence to be anything more than a clerk. In his mind, he pictures himself as a worthless failure. He walks bent over with a shuffling walk with defeated eyes.

 

When he is told that he has terminable cancer, he looks back over the wasteland of his life, and decides to do something of note. For the first time in his life he became the “I,” the subject of his life.  Against all obstacles, he decided to build a park for poor children in a dirty slum of Tokyo. He had no fear and felt no self-defeating limitations, he ignored his son when his son said he was the laughing stock of the neighborhood, he ignored his neighbors who pitied him and begged him to stop. His supervisor was embarrassed and pretended not to know him. Because he knew he was going to die, he no longer cared what other people thought. For the first time in his life he became free and alive. He worked and worked, seemingly without stopping. He was no longer afraid of anyone, or anything. He no longer had anything to lose, and so in this short time gained everything. Finally, he died, in the snow, swinging on a child’s swing in the park, which he made, singing.

 

Ikiru became the subject of his life. He became joyous instead of miserable; he inspired instead of being indifferent, and he laughed at himself and the world instead of feeling humiliated and defeated. Ikiru “seized the day.”

 

MICHAEL MICHALKO

  

Michael Michalko is one of the most highly-acclaimed creativity experts in the world and author of the best-seller Thinkertoys (A Handbook of Business Creativity), ThinkPak (A Brainstorming Card Deck), and Cracking Creativity (The Secrets of Creative Genius).

 

Michael has provided speeches, workshops, and seminars on fostering creative thinking for clients who range from Fortune 500 corporations, such as DuPont, Kellogg’s, General Electric, Kodak, Microsoft, Exxon, General Motors, Ford, USA, AT&T, Wal-Mart, Gillette, and Hallmark to associations and governmental agencies. In addition to his work in the U.S., Michael speaks and provides workshops in countries around the world.

 

As an officer in the U.S. Army, he organized a team of NATO intelligence specialists and international academics in Frankfurt, Germany to research, collect, and categorize all known inventive-thinking methods. His team applied these methods to various NATO military, political, and economic problems and produced a variety of breakthrough ideas and creative solutions to new and old problems. After leaving government service, he was contracted by the CIA to facilitate think tanks and using his creative-thinking techniques.

                                               

Some of Michael’s creative-thinking techniques that were refined by his government and corporate practice were published in his best-seller Thinkertoys (A Handbook of Business Creativity), which the Wall Street Journal reported “will change the way you think.” Women In Business lauded it as “one of the most important business titles of the decade,” Success magazine described it as a “fun-to-read book which helps you to create and act on ideas,” USA said “believe it or not, this wonderful book will have you challenging the seemingly impossible every day,” Executive Book Summaries praised it by saying, “What we need is a compendium of ways to solve problems. And that’s exactly what you get in Thinkertoys,”and Entrepreneur acclaimed it as “required reading for anyone in business.” The American Management Association called it “the most significant book on creativity published in the last twenty years,”

 

He is also the author of Thinkpak (A Brainstorming Card Set), which is a novel creative-thinking tool that is designed to facilitate brainstorming sessions. Michael’s latest book Cracking Creativity (The Secrets of Creative Geniuses) describes the common thinking strategies creative geniuses have used in the sciences, art, and industry throughout history and shows how we can apply them to become more creative in our business and personal lives.

 

Michael Michalko

Imagineer

165 Percy Road

Churchville, New York 14428

Email: mmichal1@rochester.rr.com

www.creativethinking.net

 

Thank you for being with us today, Michael.

Elizabeth Melton Parsons

http://egparsons.com 

05.13.08

Welcome Poet Linette Marie Allen

Posted in articles, guest blogger, poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , at 10:54 am by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

“Writing poetry is like breathing. It comes naturally to me, and I’m ever grateful for this gift. It’s incredible because I’ve been writing for over two decades now. I wrote my first poem in kindergarten!

Over the years, I’ve met people from all over the world, and remarkably, there is a simple common denominator: human emotions. Whether I’m having coffee with a friend in London or Stockholm, the bravado of emotions are the same: hurt feelings, the pain of rejection, the grief of a loved one, the anger of social injustice, the excitement of politics, and the frustration of religion. I get this.

Through my poetry, I want to give voice to these precious emotions; I want to be a “voice crying out in the wilderness,” connecting deeply to people’s hearts, bringing an ever-lasting message of hope, faith and love. That’s what I’m all about. So let my poems speak to you in a fresh, provocative way. Enjoy the blog!”

¾Linette Marie Allen

 The Pen Virtuosa

http://thepenvirtuosa.blogspot.com

She

 

Never mind

The corpse you see

Strapped to my back;

She’s been with me

Since I was about Four.

 

Though she stinks

Something awful,

She’s really quite lovely…

Cherokee cheekbones,

Ripe apple lines,

Cinnabar skin,

Warm cocoa irises

And a watercolor smile

That took her places

Around the world!

 

She’s had tea with kings

In England, Italy, China

Liberia, Turkey, Serbia

And even Mars.

Birds still sing

Her praises!

“Ti voligio bene!”

“Nup nola!”

說文解字/说文解

The geishas have nothing

Over her.

 

She’s played pianos, flutes

And horns of various sizes

¾And oh, not to mention

Her skills in art;

She could make a man

Stand still

            for hours.

 

Though she doesn’t look it now,

She was quite an

impressionist

in her day.

“Intelligence senza

Arrogance”¾ah!

This made her canvas

So Matisse!

So Rothko!

So O’Keefe!

 

Let me stop on that note;

She always hated

Rambling¾even still,

I really miss her,

My pitiful little bird.

 

She spoke a million languages

Yet never said a…

Word.

 

 

Linette Marie Allen, Copyright 2008

 

 

Thank you for visiting today, Linette, and sharing one of your phenomenal poems. Please visit Linette’s blog for more of this talented poet’s work.

Elizabeth

 

 

 

 

05.12.08

A Handful Of Thoughts On A Monday Morning ~ M. Jean Pike

Posted in New Novels, Novel Writing, articles, guest blogger, guest blogging tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 11:59 am by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

This morning as I sat on my porch drinking my coffee and trying to wake up, a blue heron soared in the mist above the creek. Spotting his breakfast, he circled and returned. He touched down on the wide, flat rocks of the creek bank and settled in for a morning of fishing. He was absolutely magnificent. As I watched, spellbound, a pair of Mallards drifted past. They glided serenely on the water, their colorful heads glistening in the morning sun, and disappeared beyond the reeds, seemingly unconcerned with what might be around the corner or what the day might bring. What a beautiful way to start the day. They reminded me to slow down and take each moment as it comes.
 
Is it me, or is life becoming more and more stressful? It seems everyone I talk to lately is dealing with something unpleasant — a recalcitrant teen, an aging parent, upheaval in their job or their marriage. As a nation, we worry about the rising cost of gas, global warming, war and politics. These days, when a sense of apocalypse seems to hang in the very air, it’s hard not to get caught up in the gloom and doom of it all.
 
I often think how wonderful it would be if, like fiction, I could write my own life story. If undoing mistakes and changing unfortunate circumstances were as easy as hitting the delete button. As a mere mortal, I don’t have that luxury, but while I can’t control my circumstances, I can certainly control my attitude. I’m a pessimist by nature, but as I grow older, I’m learning that it’s just as easy to see the sunlight as it is the shadows. As I go about the business of life, I’m learning how to fall in love.
 
Almost daily, I fall in love with the ancient golden lab who patiently waits with his boy at the bus stop, rain or shine. He reminds me that loyalty still exists in the world.
 
Almost daily, I fall in love with the dogwood trees that line the streets of my small town. Their whisper- soft petals of pink and white are a celebration of spring and of rebirth. They remind me that beauty still exists in the world.
 
Almost daily, I fall in love with my co-workers, Mimi and Jo, who know I have trouble getting started in the morning and always have a fresh pot of coffee, laced with Hershey’s cocoa, ready when I arrive. They remind me that kindness still exists in the world.
 
Almost daily, I fall in love with Rainy. Born severely retarded, she will never sing or dance or even tie her shoes. But when I play the right music, she lifts her voice and her joyful trilling is sweeter than birdsong. Because she trusts me, there is nothing within her power she wouldn’t do to please me. Rainy, with her quiet and gentle spirit. She reminds me that courage still exists in the world.
 
Almost daily, I fall in love with Noah, whose artwork decorates my office, and whose sheer individuality decorates my life. And with Todd, my hero, my friend. He never washes the dishes or cooks a meal, but he helps me unclutter my mind. He doesn’t always understand, but he always cares. In these uncertain times, my home is my sanctuary, and family is my stronghold.
They remind me that I am needed.
They remind me that I am loved.
M. Jean Pike 

http://www.freewebs.com/mjeanpike/

http://authorsden.com/jeanpike

            

Thank you, Jean. Visit Jean at her website or on Authors Den to find out more about her and her work. Read my previous posts for Jean’s book covers and blurbs.

 

Tomorrow: Poet Linette Marie Allen will be joining us.

 

Elizabeth Melton Parsons

http://egparsons.com

05.10.08

The Winds Of Autumn by M. Jean Pike

Posted in Novel Writing, books, general fiction, guest blogger tagged , , , , , , , , at 3:51 am by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

September, 1968… Scorned by her zealot mother after being raped by a cult leader, The Shepherd, eighteen-year-old Angel knows her only hope of survival is escape. On a rainy September night, she flees her mother’s home, unaware of the supernatural forces that guide her on her journey to Littlebrook; a poor, mountain village where nothing ever changes and nothing is as innocent as it seems. Alone and afraid, Angel finds an ally in Don Hanson, the village doctor with a haunted past. Angel’s resemblance to Don’s dead wife, Mary, is the eerily powerful magnet that draws him to her, stirring his shattered heart to love again. But for this unlikely pair, love comes at a high price, as Angel’s mysterious appearance creates a tempest in the small town, reawakening ghosts from the past, and striking vengeance in the dark heart of an enemy Angel didn’t know she had.  

“The Winds Of Autumn” was the first book by M. Jean Pike I had the privilege of reading, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last. The vivid descriptions and very real characters hooked me from the very first page. Add to that the believable paranormal elements and chilling suspense and you have yourself a winner. Ms. Pike has a beautifully unique style of writing that makes reading one of her books a true pleasure.

Ms. Pike will be guest blogging next week and tomorrow I’ll be featuring another of her phenomenal books.

The Winds Of Autumn

  • ISBN-10: 1413795161
  • ISBN-13: 978-1413795165