The Shooting in Connecticut...



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I haven’t written a thing about the tragic events of the shooting in Connecticut because I haven’t known what to write or what to say. I have felt numb and helpless. I don’t know what to think about this terrible event little own write about it.

I have thought about it and thought about the lives of those still here and how it will affect them forever. How it will make some people act now and into the future and how some people will become completely different to whom they otherwise would have been and how it will reshape lives.

I’ve tried to look with positive hope for the future but I’ve been angry and hurt about the harm and sadness the shooting created not only for the individuals directly affected but the many more around the world that have had their hurts reopened as raw and devastating as the day they happened previously.

Silence can be powerful but in our world of internet and everything instant it doesn’t send out much of a message if we all remain quiet. It could be powerful if everyone was to be silent together but as you may have noticed not many are keeping quiet about it except maybe a few people in power that should be making a stand and doing something. I don’t envy anyone in the position of making policy. What can be done? How do you go about putting in place policies to prevent these type of actions?

I know nothing can be done to bring those children and their futures back and I don’t know what is the best action for people to take to help stop things like this happening again.

This is such a tough thing to deal with on so many levels.

Writing a blog post was the only way I felt I could say something when I really didn’t have anything worthwhile or helpful to say and I cannot seem to mouth the words out loud because they are far too hard to express in any meaningful way.

Even writing about this tragic event is hard and I feel no words would ever be enough to express the sincere and extreme regret and sadness I feel for the children, the teachers, their families and everyone who has been affected by this horrific incident.

My words seem cold and useless but still they are out there now and they are heartfelt. 

My deepest sympathy I give to anyone who has been affected by these horrific and senseless deaths. 

 My hope is for a future full of joy and sharing.




Zak - finding it hard to express emotions.

 

Issue Two ~ Out Now ~ The Boy Without A Face...

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Issue Two ~ Out Now!


The Boy Without A Face





Feel free to read along, make comments, good, bad or ugly on the story and/or the editing. 

Life's about learning!




Zak - Excited to be involved in a writing project with a fellow writer.





The Boy Without A Face written by Skip Miller & edited by Leanne Johnston

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Skip Miller Word Warrior, an online buddy of mine, is writing a story called, 

The Boy Without A Face


We are working on this together.  Skip writes the story and I do the editing. 

We decided to do this as a joint project to help other writers learn as we progress through the story. The intention is to post segments weekly.

Let's hope you enjoy the ride.


Feel free to read along, make comments, good, bad or ugly on the story and/or the editing. 

Life's about learning.



Zak - Excited to be involved in a writing project with a fellow writer.




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NaNoWriMo Over For Another Year ~ Words From A NaNoWriMo Dropout...

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I like failure, it makes me feel human.

Only 13 102 words on my official NaNoWriMo word count this year. I think that might have been my worst effort ever on NaNoWriMo.

I struggled to juggle my away from home job, my at home job, my professional writing and editing course, various other interests (writing groups, volunteer work, etc) and sadly NaNoWriMo.

It's not all tears and beers though. I don't drink beer anyway it makes fall down. I seem to get the beer that has the faulty alcohol in it so I don't even try drinking beer anymore.

This year NaNoWriMo taught me it's okay to fail. 
It's okay to try and fail. 
It's okay to try, give up, and still fail.

The thing is, I enjoyed the process of trying to write 50 000 words in one month. I came up with some cool ideas for future works in my article writing, short stories and I wrote a small fun book entitled:

     "101 Ways To Call In Sick For Work... or 101 Reasons Why I Cant Come To Work Today or some title like that... 

Funny but the only time I dream of calling in sick is in November - go figure.

 
I've never been able to fake a "sickie" ever. My guilty conscience would eat me alive. This short book was inspired by actual people making phone calls mostly on Mondays and Fridays (go figure that too). I can't believe some of the things people take "sickies" for.

My favorite was "I can't come to work. I've fallen over and broken my face". Seriously, this actually happened and although it sounded like some made up excuse it actually was for real. The poor girl had to get stitches, microsurgery and everything on her lip.

SO there you go, NaNoWriMo over for one more year and I'm a NaNoWriMo Dropout, at least for this year anyway. 

Next year I'm gunna nail it...



Zak - Contemplating Navel.








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