Friday, April 27, 2018

Lesson 533: Thrive

Happy weekend, Readers.
I'm starting to exhale the month of April.
A busy month is winding down.


It's the month of daffodils


cold, wet mud,


and chilly evenings watching baseball and softball.


I treated April a little differently this year.
It's the month I always try to hurry through
and wish away.

I wish it was warmer.
I wish it was closer to the end of the school year.
I wish it would stop raining.


In past years I'd say to myself
just survive it.

But surviving doesn't involve much enjoyment,
does it?
Life is too short to wish away 30 days a year.
This year, 
I set my mind not to survive,
but thrive.

17 Quotes About Living a Beautiful Life – My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.


Thrive is a cool word.
It means to flourish and prosper.

That, we've done in the sports world.













Thrive also means to grow and develop well.
We've got that covered, too.





All this thriving makes Eloise tired at night,
but I stay up on Monday nights to watch this show,


It has a LOST feel to it
and I love the plot because it's different.
A threshold?
Travel through bent time?
Eloise is sold.

I enjoy stories so much and read so many books,


most TV shows are the same old same to me,
but this show is really different and worth the watch.

I started to write a really good story.
It was Sam's request.
He's been pestering me for HIS book.
The Key was for Ellen.
My first book was Misunderstood--a story about autism, for Natalie.
It's tucked away in a box somewhere in the Lamp Post.

Sam reminds me every day that he doesn't have HIS story yet,
and finally, 
this week,
my brain opened up.
I think it's because I finished my graduate classes
and am on my way to getting a special stamp on my PA Teaching Certificate.

I came up with the two things I need most to start a book:
the title and the ending.
Now that I know how it will end,
I have to go back and figure out how I'm going to get there.
That's the fun part.
That's how I write--messy and backwards.
Just like how I roll.
I'm debating whether or not to release the title,
or make you all wait.
Let me know what you want.

The opening sentence from the 1830 Victorian novel by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, “Paul Clifford”. It really doesn’t get any better than this:::  It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness:::Gawd, I have to get this book.

I also chose my summer reading material.
I got a jump on it now that I don't have to read Education articles
and write papers.

This line is how Madeline L'Engle chose to begin
her famous novel A Wrinkle in Time.


My students and I read it several years ago.
I told them it was an old book worth resurrecting,
and now they made a movie out of it!


Thank you Keeley and Dallas for loaning me your book set!
Not many people realize A Wrinkle in Time 
is the first of a quintet.


I'm going to find out what happens in the rest of the series.


All the books in the quintet have neat covers.

 I'll have to have Ellen illustrate some sort of cool cover
for my next book which I titled
  T __  __            ___  ___  ___  ___  ___ ___ ___ ___.
I think the little illustration teasers make a book more appealing.

You shouldn't judge a book by its cover,
yet, a good cover 
certainly makes you eager to turn the pages.

Oh! A snake!
Jeepers!
What's he doing there?


Who lives in the cozy, little house?


Are those apples or peaches?


What's up with the crow guy?


Eloise thrives on photos, stories, and music--
so here's the music part of this blog.

I've had this song on loop for most of the week.
Thanks, Casting Crowns
for a great song in my head.
This is the album cover, which I love.


Here is the song,
which I love even more.


Don't just survive the week, Readers.
Thrive.
We were made to.

Eloise

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