Stories by Sherry


Children Stories:
Hopper Saves the Forest
The Wizard of Selena Island
Where Are Wini's Feelers

Young Adult:
Hybrid (The Egg Harvest)


Sunday, August 28, 2011

Plot Whisperer for Writers and Readers: A Writer Hits a Brick Wall

Plot Whisperer for Writers and Readers: A Writer Hits a Brick Wall: One day our writing flows. The next day we open the exact same manuscript and freeze.

A writer under contract has an advantage in this si...

Thursday, August 18, 2011

"Grilled Salmon"


Grilled Salmon

Besides a hot dog or hamburger, why not 'grilled salmon' for a change. It's a fun change and healthy.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 pounds of salmon fillet or steak
2 cups warm water
1/2 cup brown sugar
3 TB salt
3 TB olive oil
3 TB lemon juice
2 TB lime juice

Recipe"

Mix water, brown sugar, salt, olive oil, lemon juice and lime juice in a mixing bowl. Pour into large plastic storage bag. Put fish in plastic bag and refrigerate overnight. Brush oil onto grill to prevent fish from sticking. Grill fish for 5 to 7 minutes each side. Serve with couscous and salad.

Happy Grilling. Hope your having a supper summer.

Sherry/www.treehugger-peninhand.blogspot.com

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

"The Writer's Road Is Never Smooth"

A smart fable:

High above the forest floor, a millipede strolled along the branch of a tree, her thousand pairs of legs swinging in an easy gait. From the tree top, songbirds looked down, fascinated by the synchronization of the millipede's stride. "That's an amazing talent," chirped the songbirds. "You have more limbs than we can count. How do you do it?" And for the first time in her life the millipede thought about this. "Yes," she wondered, how do I do what I do?" As she turned to look back, her bristling legs suddenly ran into one another and tangled like vines of ivy. The songbirds laughed as the millipede, in a panic of confusion, twisted herself into a knot and fell to the earth below.

On the forest floor, the millipede, realizing that only her pride was hurt, slowly, carefully, limb by limb, unraveled herself. With patience and hard work, she studied and flexed and tested her appendages, until she was able to stand and walk. What was once instinct became knowledge. She could amble, strut, prance, even run and jump. Then, as never before, she listened to the symphony of the songbirds and let music touch her heart. Now in perfect command of thousands of talented legs, she gathered courage and with a style of her own, danced and danced a dazzling dance that astonished all the creatures of her world.

Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Keep your story moving. Use what you learn from it as a guide, until command of its principles becomes as natural as the talent you were born with. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow your quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. Then, like the hero of our fable, your dance will dazzle the world. (R. McKee)

What a wonderful fable to read and ponder on as a new writer. I shall read it often.

Sherry/treehugger