I, Jennie Blaser, promise to uphold my prompt posting pledge.
June 7, 2012
Writing prompt #4: The 5 love languages
I recently attended a church meeting full of sisters of all ages where we learned about our love languages. I had a stand-out winner: words of affirmation. What is it about words that affect me so?
As a child, my parents never said, "I love you" as often as I try to say it to my kids. We just weren't a lovey-dovey, sappy type of family. But, I know I was loved. And, it isn't 'words of love' that is the love language. It is words of affirmation. And, countless times, my parents expressed their faith in my, their trust, their support, their belief that I was beyond extraordinary.
Today, words still affect me more than any other form of emotional language. An unexpected compliment can feed my soul for days. I will lie in bed and relive the words over and over, not in a prideful way, but in a "I am worth something" sort of way.
I can take a kind thought or generous praise with me through difficult trials, boring exercise classes, and cold, lonely nights. Chocolate, roses, or even a tender kiss won't do that!
For better, and sometimes for worse, words leech onto me and it is hard to shake them off. I try to use discretion with which phrases I bond with, trying to cement the positive and distill the negative. But, like with all words... easier said than done.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Writing prompt #3: Blejski Vintgar
I, Jennie Blaser, promise to uphold my prompt posting pledge.
Writing prompt #3
June 22, 2012
Writing prompt: The color green
Blejski Vintgar. Forever in my mind those two words will conjure up visions of lush green life. A half a mile up a mountain trail from the scenic lake Bled, hidden by pine trees and forest growth, unless you know where to look, is the small entrance to a breathtaking gorge. A winding canyon covered from floor to ceiling with more shades of green than could ever be named.
Earthy green moss hugs rocks and sides of tree trunks, swallowing up any harshness that might come about from their ordinary brown undertones. Wet new leaves cling to branches, still green with birth from a myriad of trees and bushes.
Water, but unlike any water you might have heretofore seen, rushes by, drinking in the forest, the emerald, the foam, the pine, the deep and the light, reflecting back a brilliant, transparent flowing green that mesmerizes even as it moves.
A thin wooden walkway, planks worn down with countless enchanted visitors hugs the side of the canyon, blending in perfectly to its forest surroundings. Bridges crisscross the gorge, trading sides to facilitate travel.
I stop half-way across one of these bridges, enveloped by every color of green and shout, echoing with the life so abundantly surrounding me.
Writing prompt #3
June 22, 2012
Writing prompt: The color green
Blejski Vintgar. Forever in my mind those two words will conjure up visions of lush green life. A half a mile up a mountain trail from the scenic lake Bled, hidden by pine trees and forest growth, unless you know where to look, is the small entrance to a breathtaking gorge. A winding canyon covered from floor to ceiling with more shades of green than could ever be named.
Earthy green moss hugs rocks and sides of tree trunks, swallowing up any harshness that might come about from their ordinary brown undertones. Wet new leaves cling to branches, still green with birth from a myriad of trees and bushes.
Water, but unlike any water you might have heretofore seen, rushes by, drinking in the forest, the emerald, the foam, the pine, the deep and the light, reflecting back a brilliant, transparent flowing green that mesmerizes even as it moves.
A thin wooden walkway, planks worn down with countless enchanted visitors hugs the side of the canyon, blending in perfectly to its forest surroundings. Bridges crisscross the gorge, trading sides to facilitate travel.
I stop half-way across one of these bridges, enveloped by every color of green and shout, echoing with the life so abundantly surrounding me.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Writing prompt #2: Haiku or two
I, Jennie Blaser, promise to uphold my prompt posting pledge.
Writing prompt #2
June 7, 2012
Prompt: Write Haikus
Frustration growing
Deep breath, eyes closed, inhaling
Peace and courage come
A bird is chirping
The wind is whistling hello
Morning has broken
Bikes clatter and fall
Backpacks drop. Voices clamber
School is out again.
Pulse racing at the
inevitable question:
What is for dinner?
Writing prompt #2
June 7, 2012
Prompt: Write Haikus
Frustration growing
Deep breath, eyes closed, inhaling
Peace and courage come
A bird is chirping
The wind is whistling hello
Morning has broken
Bikes clatter and fall
Backpacks drop. Voices clamber
School is out again.
Pulse racing at the
inevitable question:
What is for dinner?
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Writing Prompt #1: remembering a sound...
I, Jennie Blaser, promise to uphold my prompt posting pledge.
April 12, 2012
Prompt: Right a memory inspired by a sound
"Do -- do -- do... if you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again... do -- do -- do"
Tittering laughter elbows me on my right and I fight not to join in. My mom is saying one of her prayers and our knees have all adjusted to the indents in the carpet. Fidgeting has started. And the beige phone, taken off the hook by my dad just before my mom started, has already gone through the cycle of busy beeps, tri-tones and the female robotic sounding voice three times.
My dad forgot to place the phone inside the second drawer and cover the speaker with the stack of well-used phone books. Well-used as muting devices during prayers, especially my mom's prayers. I know she can hear the distracting tones, the interrupting voice as well as the rest of us, but she is trying to make a point. Prayer is sacred. We should all be showing proper respect for the real communication happening.
But I smell the hot rolls sitting on the table, the smell of melting butter emanating off the lazy susan and tickling my taste buds. I try to focus on my mother's words. I am impatient now. All of us kids are hungry. Fighting back the giggles. And I think, "Come on mom, you've lost us. Enough already. If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again."
April 12, 2012
Prompt: Right a memory inspired by a sound
"Do -- do -- do... if you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again... do -- do -- do"
Tittering laughter elbows me on my right and I fight not to join in. My mom is saying one of her prayers and our knees have all adjusted to the indents in the carpet. Fidgeting has started. And the beige phone, taken off the hook by my dad just before my mom started, has already gone through the cycle of busy beeps, tri-tones and the female robotic sounding voice three times.
My dad forgot to place the phone inside the second drawer and cover the speaker with the stack of well-used phone books. Well-used as muting devices during prayers, especially my mom's prayers. I know she can hear the distracting tones, the interrupting voice as well as the rest of us, but she is trying to make a point. Prayer is sacred. We should all be showing proper respect for the real communication happening.
But I smell the hot rolls sitting on the table, the smell of melting butter emanating off the lazy susan and tickling my taste buds. I try to focus on my mother's words. I am impatient now. All of us kids are hungry. Fighting back the giggles. And I think, "Come on mom, you've lost us. Enough already. If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and dial again."
The Prompt Posting Pledge
I've decided to post some of the results of writing prompts of five years of writer's group meetings.
If you don't understand what that means, let me explain. Five years ago, three dear friends, Liz, Kami, and Liz invited me to join their writer's group. We meet about twice a month and start of each meeting with a writing prompt (a phrase, a situation, some key words, really, it can be anything). We then have 10 minutes to write about that prompt. Then we share and critique our results. So, I thought it would be fun to post some of those. (Some would be too boring to even re-type, let alone read).
But, to make it more interesting, I came up with and will abide by my my Prompt Posting Pledge:
I, Jennie Blaser, promise to post exactly what I wrote during my 10 minutes of writing, and not to edit it (except to correct a typo) whilst typing it on this blog.
Signed,
Jennie Blaser
If you don't understand what that means, let me explain. Five years ago, three dear friends, Liz, Kami, and Liz invited me to join their writer's group. We meet about twice a month and start of each meeting with a writing prompt (a phrase, a situation, some key words, really, it can be anything). We then have 10 minutes to write about that prompt. Then we share and critique our results. So, I thought it would be fun to post some of those. (Some would be too boring to even re-type, let alone read).
But, to make it more interesting, I came up with and will abide by my my Prompt Posting Pledge:
I, Jennie Blaser, promise to post exactly what I wrote during my 10 minutes of writing, and not to edit it (except to correct a typo) whilst typing it on this blog.
Signed,
Jennie Blaser
Monday, August 24, 2015
What I've been doing for the past two years....
It's been almost two years since I last posted, but not two years since I last wrote. In fact, I have been written a book since my last post.
Really? A book? What's it about? What's it called?
These are the most common questions I get when I tell people what I've been up to. So, here are the answers:
Yes, really. I wrote an entire book. All 87,000 words.
It's a Young Adult novel about Bree, a reserved teenager with control issues who discovers she has been programmed against her will to carry out the vendetta of a brilliant but broken man. She hates being an unwilling soldier, but is overcome with pain anytime she attempts rebellion.
Along her new, coerced path, she hurts those she loves, encounters new friends, has to decide where her heart belongs, and learns disturbing secrets about her father’s past. Can she find the strength necessary to break the invisible chains clamped around her before she commits the unthinkable?
The book is titled CLICKED.
What do you think? Does it sound like a book you might like to read? I hope so. I'm starting the process of getting it published. This is a long, difficult process, so wish me luck! And if you know anyone in the publishing industry, I'd love a referral!
Really? A book? What's it about? What's it called?
These are the most common questions I get when I tell people what I've been up to. So, here are the answers:
Yes, really. I wrote an entire book. All 87,000 words.
It's a Young Adult novel about Bree, a reserved teenager with control issues who discovers she has been programmed against her will to carry out the vendetta of a brilliant but broken man. She hates being an unwilling soldier, but is overcome with pain anytime she attempts rebellion.
Along her new, coerced path, she hurts those she loves, encounters new friends, has to decide where her heart belongs, and learns disturbing secrets about her father’s past. Can she find the strength necessary to break the invisible chains clamped around her before she commits the unthinkable?
The book is titled CLICKED.
What do you think? Does it sound like a book you might like to read? I hope so. I'm starting the process of getting it published. This is a long, difficult process, so wish me luck! And if you know anyone in the publishing industry, I'd love a referral!
Thanks,
Jennie
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Christmas Letter 2013
Dear Family & Friends,
What a crazy year 2013 has turned out to be! Here are some of the highlights:
We took our second (of hopefully many more) Disney Cruise for 8 days in the Caribbean. We visited Disney’s island, Castaway Cay and spent a full day in Disney World and also stopped in Key West. We had a marvelous time and can’t wait to do it all over again.
Dave continues to serve in the Bishopbric (3 years now). He seems to do it all, work, church, yard work, and even some home-improvement projects. In what little spare time he manages to carve out, he enjoys college football and his new favorite TV show: Fast N’ Loud.
Eden and Jennie took a fun trip to Dallas, Texas with Eden’s choir, MCO. They performed two different shows and got over 10 standing ovations.
A huge happening in 2013 was Teya’s baptism. She got to be baptized ON her 8th birthday. It was wonderful and we had lots of family and friends to celebrate her decision.
Josh has a new hobby: Drums. He just scored an electronic drum set at a garage sale. We all know when Josh is awake each day. Drums, drums, drums.
We had some other fun family trips: going with our good friends to Lake Havasu to try out our boat there. It was absolutely wonderful. We also took a long trip up to Utah to go to a high school reunion, a mission reunion, and several get-togethers with family and friends.
Jennie turned 40 in October and celebrated by completing 40 fun goals, having several parties and going on a 4-day trip with her college friends to Newport Beach.
A week after turning 40, Jennie went to her doctor and found out she probably has a tumor in her pituitary gland (in the brain area). An MRI a few weeks later confirmed it and it has been a whirlwind of doctors and tests since then. She has one of the best neurosurgeons in the country signed on to perform the surgery, which is on Dec. 18th. Modern advancements allow them to go in through her nose, so no head shaving required. 90% of these types of tumors are benign, so we aren’t worried about cancer. Her diagnosis is officially called Acromegaly, if you want to look it up. (Abraham Lincoln had this, so she’s in good company!). We could sure use the power of your prayers and faith.
Christmas is a time to turn outwards and think of others, of family, friends and faith. Because that is what the Savior did. He lived a life outwards -- where everything He did was to serve His father and us. We are so grateful for His example and for every one of you.
Love, The Blasers
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