Showing posts with label Etc. Etc. Etc.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etc. Etc. Etc.. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Another Change of Plans (Another Blog)




Here is a blog post I just sent to all of my other blogs:

I've decided to keep it simple and only keep the blog listed below, so it will work for all of my various projects.

Sorry to change yet again. Hopefully, this will be the last time.

~ Stacy Duplease
Christian, Patriot, Writer, Journalkeeper

What does this mean? This is my new main blog (once again).

(Image credit: Stacy Duplease 2014.)

Monday, May 26, 2014

What to Expect From This Blog




This is a writing blog about a new fantasy series I am writing that's based on an allegory of the Book of Daniel. It's my intent to share my writing story as well as the writing of this series. Hence, it's about my writing life.

This blog will also be about reading fantasy (speculative fiction) and watching fantasy movies and television.

This blog will also be about faith, politics, and the news of today--for the Book of Daniel tells of what is happening today and in the future, as well as the past.

I would love to make this an interactive blog. Therefore, feel free to post questions, comments, suggestions for story-line, etc. You can add a comment at the end of any blog post, use the contact form on the left side of this blog--about one-third of the way down on the page, or you can send me an email.

Welcome.

(Image credit: Stacy Duplease 2014.)

Thank You, U.S. Military



Thank God for those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for freedom. For my freedom. For your freedom. For our freedom.

They didn't have to. But, they did. They know the price of freedom. Peace doesn't simply exist because we will it or say it should. Peace happens, sometimes through a show of force--for freedom. And sometimes peace can happen because the entirety of a nation chooses to live by the will of God, not for self. (How rare. But, isn't this truly peace? We will not know this, though until Jesus Christ returns, but should strive for this today and tomorrow.)

Thank God people believed in our nation and the foundations our forefathers envisioned... Our military and their families. Past, present, and future.

Thank you for those serving now. You don't have to, but you believe in the U.S. Constitution enough to defend her. I pray you will continue to take this seriously every day and are forever mindful of this. (I pray we as a nation do this as well.)

What the U.S. military does is often ignored, often despised, often taken for granted. So many say they support the military and really don't. But, we can change this today and make it a daily point to pray for them and think of them. We can also make sure we vote correctly (and actually vote) so they get the support they need.

May we remember our military, and what they sacrifice and have for our freedom... so we can continue on with life as normal while theirs is anything but.

People have died on our behalf. And people are willing to now. How humbling. I sure don't deserve it. But, they have and will do it anyway.

Thank God.

God bless the USA and our U.S. military. We would not have the lifestyle we have today if not for them.

(Image credit: Stacy Duplease 2008-2014)

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Welcome


Welcome to a new blog of an epic fantasy series.

Stay tuned. 

More information to follow this week.


~ Stacy Duplease
Christian, Patriot, Writer, Journalkeeper

Monday, April 21, 2014

Please Bear with Me




Please bear with me.

While I'm dealing with some " personal stuff" on my end, I may not be able to comment or respond to your emails or comments in a timely manner. I'm trying to devote myself to bible study and prayer. I will respond hopefully tomorrow or Wednesday. I also will not post as many "AYOAGT" themed posts, but will most likely share some of the things God leads me to during my prayer time and time in the Word.

(Image credit: Microsoft images online 2008-2014.)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter



Happy Easter!

He is risen.

(Image credit: Microsoft images online 2008-2014.)

Friday, April 4, 2014

Etc. Etc. Etc.




MATTHAN
I think this is a new genre of Epic Dystopian.

LOOKING FORWARD TO MONDAY THROUGH WEDNESDAY
I've dedicated Monday through Thursday of next week to a writing marathon of at least twelve hour days.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Training for a Half Marathon (and Losing Weight)





While this is my writing blog, I also want to include the stuff of life on this blog. We are all doing this thing called life and I would love to hear your story. Feel free to add a comment at the end of any blog post or send me an email. I would love to hear from you.

I write fiction, but I also journal and write memoir. This is one of those journaling posts.

Just over a year ago, I did the unthinkable. I took up running. I NEVER ran before. And, when I say never, I mean it.

Well, that isn't entirely true. I would run from the car to the store if it rain cats and dogs, but that's the only exception. I exercised. I did power-walking. Five miles worth, mind you. I also did some yoga and Pilates. But, running. No.

And, not just no. But, heck no! No way. Running just wasn't for me.

Why did I take it up? I wanted to get in the best shape I've ever been in. And, I quickly discovered how I loved it. Loved it. No joke. It's freeing. It makes me feel so good and is wonderful to get rid of stress, clear the head, work on Scripture memory, and dream. Never mind how much it helps arthritis. It makes me feel better than I've felt in years. (Who would've thought?)

Also, I've always been the type who has to watch my weight. Every bite I put in my mouth, I have to count or I gain weight--and I am hypoglycemic (low blood sugar), so I literally do have to watch everything I eat. Running helps with my weight and my hypo.

Then, life happened. I had two surgeries, hubby had one, life got busy, blah, blah, blah. We still worked out, but not with sheer determination. So, I gained weight.

Then, we started a new running program, which felt great. Now, I am gaining weight, on top of my already heavier self (thanks to muscle growth--muscle weighs more than fat--Ugh!). I know it will come off. I am counting my calories. So, it's just a matter of time before the weight starts coming off.

But, at any rate, we have been consistently running a 5k three days a week and a 10k one day a week.

So, this led to the: "Why not train for a half marathon--and in time a marathon--even if it's just on the treadmill at home?" (Lord, help us!) So, that's what we're doing.

Sunday, I ran a 10k. It was my long-run day. Today I need to run 4 miles.

Why do I share this with you?:
1 If I can do this, anyone can. No joke.
2 To help inspire you to do the same--even if it feels like a half marathon training in making a dream of yours come true.
3 To show you how to be an overcomer.
4 To hold myself accountable.
5 To be real with you and tell you how this is a little nerve-wracking for me.
6 To see if anyone else runs. I would LOVE to hear from you.
7 There are many comparisons of running a race and living a live of faith.
8 Training is goal-setting and goal-keeping.
9 Training to run a half marathon and writing a novel have many comparisons as well.

We found a 20-week training plan. I think we're going to start with week 3, though, since we've already got weeks one and two down pat, which is running miles of 3, 3, 3, 4 each week. This week, week three, is: 4, 4, 3, 5--with a day off between each except Saturday and Sunday.





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Etc. Etc. Etc.






This blog is a hodge-podge collection of this and that. Hence, there will be some blog posts that can't fit into a label, so I will call these blog posts, "Etc. Etc. Etc." 

Friendship Surprises (Lunch)





There is something special about having a good friend, who calls you out of the blue and asks if you can meet for lunch--now. With everything I had go wrong this morning, with how little writing I've gotten done, with every stress from the last couple of weeks, I knew seeing her would help the yuck leave and I would get more writing done when I returned home. So, that's what I did. 

Sure enough, I feel better. Now, it's back to writing. CAMP NANOWRIMO, and my novel, await. 

I learned long ago to enjoy the spur of the minute, unplanned, crazy things. They are often times exactly what you need, precisely when they need it.

(Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online 2008-2014.)

Monday, March 31, 2014

Stay Tuned






I will add to this blog every writing piece I have ever done. Stay tuned.

(Image Credit: Stacy Duplease 2008-2014.)

A New Blog





Check out my new and final blog. I've decided to combine into one blog everything I have ever written. I will also add new writings to it as well.

It's the address below in my signature.

I will add everything I just mentioned over the next couple of weeks, by the way.

(Image Credit: Stacy Duplease 2008-2014.)


My New and Final Blog





Check out my new and final blog. I've decided to combine into one blog everything I have ever written. I will also add new writings to it as well.
It's the address below in my signature.
I will add everything I just mentioned over the next couple of weeks, by the way.

-- Stacy Duplease, Writer
Sent from Amazon Kindle Fire HDX
My Official Writing Website & Blog:
http://WritingsOfSD.blogspot.com

(Image Credit: Stacy Duplease 2008-2014.)

Welcome





Welcome to my official writing blog.

-- Stacy Duplease

(Image credit: Stacy Duplease 2008-2014.)


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Etc. Etc. Etc.



Every now and then, I will write something that doesn't really fit into a specific label or category. So, I will tag it with this image.

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Importance of Keeping Permanent Records (Hurricane Sandy Reminds Me)



When it comes to people, we should never keep permanent record of wrong doings. But, we should keep a permanent record of all the things we love about them and the good things they have done and the good that they are. But, that's not the purpose of this blog post right now.

As Hurricane Sandy is approaching, and we have no idea as to whether she will hit our home or not, we are preparing as though she will. I am quickly making lists in my head of what to bring--learning from Hurricane Irene what this means. But, another nice thing about Hurricane Irene, and mandatory evacuation, it taught me to prepare as much the day after so that I would be prepared for another hurricane. I have taken concrete steps to be prepared. Let me tell you the stress that has alleviated in my mind. 

I have just downloaded all my 4700 photos from vacation from my cell to my computer and from there to the cloud. I'll get my husband to do the same. And, this reminded me of something and made me aware of something.

While thinking of going through another hurricane is stressful... I am grateful for having been through the first one (Irene). This third generation Colorado native never had to even think of hurricanes living near the Rockies. But, having said all of that, I feel a peace. Why? My affairs are in order. My priorities are straight. I know to prepare for the worst--and pray the best happens. But, most importantly, I have kept permanent records.

Let's be realistic. I can lose all of my possessions. I can always buy and accumulate more. But, the memories are what are priceless and need to be guarded with fierce veracity. This includes photos, journals, writings, calendars, scrapbooks, etc. Hence, to have permanent records of these things are critical. 

WHAT DO I MEAN BY PERMANENT RECORD?
I mean having everything saved on the cloud over the internet -where you could lose your computers, cell, tablets, house, etc., but you can access these records from anywhere in the world at any time, provided you have access to an internet capable device and the internet. 

What should you keep on permanent record? The answer is simple: EVERYTHING. 

Examples: Journals, digital scrapbooks, photos, writings, letters, digital scans of important paperwork, etc. 

A LESSON FOR US
You never know when a hurricane or tornado might come your way. Or what about a fire or a natural gas explosion? Or, what about being burglarized?

I know we hate to think like this. I know we would rather live in a world of denial. But, as our house is in flames, or flooded, denial will not change the fact that it is happening or has happened. It's critical to be prepared for the worst today. 

So... Think about this. Are you prepared? Do you have everything saved to a computer that you can have saved?

(Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online.) 

Stacy Duplease
Thriller Historical Fiction Writer
The Chronicler and Roanoke: The Family Treez of the USA Series, Book #1
dba Remembering Your Present, LLC & Family Treez USA

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Remember



Remember your present. Live it well.
Glance at the past from time to time.
Focus on the future. Plan it well.

(Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online)

Stacy Duplease
-- Sent from my Kindle Fire

Remember



Remember your present. Live it well.
Glance at the past from time to time.
Focus on the future. Plan it well.

(Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online)

Stacy Duplease
-- Sent from my Kindle Fire

Monday, September 17, 2012

Etc. Etc. Etc.: Other Random Thoughts



* I am craving pumpkin. It must be the time of year.
 
* Today, I went to make my yearly: buy-new-clothes-since-you-have-some-clothes-a-decade-old shopping run. I try to do this every fall and spring. Today was my chance. I love Kohl's. What amazes me every year is how my tastes change. Granted, I can only buy what colors they have, but I did not anticipate liking Fall colors: dark orange (paprika), brown, green, dark purple, browns. It makes me sound like a 70's child. (Oh, wait. I am!)

* Also, I am used to being able to easily find long-sleeved tops at this time of year. I am a Colorado girl, after all. I have been on the hunt for weeks now. I finally found the ones I got at Kohl's. I've gotten the same brand and style shirt three years in a row now. (I love them.)
 
* I also had to buy a new bag large enough to carry my new Amazon Kindle Fire HD 8.9-inch device. Granted, it will not get here until the end of November or beginning of December, but I still need to prepare, you know. (Hah!) The bag, also came from Kohl's. This is the only place I buy purses/bags. I love the RELIC line. They last forever. I am too cheap to buy FOSSIL. But, I want the bag to last. The bag, granted, looks less 70's than my new tops. It has some blue thrown in. Whew. But, it has all of the colors of the shirts I listed above.
 
* Is it after Thanksgiving yet? I am sorry. I am impatient and want my new Kindle HD. Sigh.
 
* I am on a hunt to find sugar free pumpkin syrup to add to my coffee. Hopefully that will be found sooner rather than later.
 
* I am re-reading the North and South Trilogy by John Jakes. (Love it!) He is, after all, the one I hope to write like, except in my own quirky and corny way. (Also, Herman Wouk and his WINDS OF WAR and WAR AND REMEMBRANCE, but of a different time-frame.)
 
* I guess I have babbled long enough and need to get writing.
 
Talk to you later.
 (Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online.)
 
Stacy Duplease
Historical Fiction Writer of:
Inspirational American Historical Ancestry Romance Fiction
dba Remembering Your Present, LLC & Family Treez USA
Family Treez Blog and Website: http://familytreezusa.blogspot.com



Tuesday, September 11, 2012

My story from 9/11



SEPTEMBER ELEVENTH: REMEMBERING

On 9/10/2001, I watched as a beloved Broncos player, Ed MacCaffrey was hurt. He was given a life-changing break to his leg. It was horrible. It was an injury you had the feeling ended his career. I tossed and turned that night.

When I drove to work that morning, across town, I could not help but think of him. The radio talked about it as well.

Then... Everything was put into proper perspective.

846 a.m. Eastern Time (It was 646 in Denver, where I am from and will return one day.)

I heard the radio announce: "An airplane has crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City."

I remember saying out loud, "WHAT?" That sure caught my attention.

Was it a Cessna or a commercial jetliner? Was it a terrorist or an accident? I could not help but wonder. Then, the guy on the radio speculated the same questions over the radio.

A couple of minutes later, he announced again, "A second airplane has struck the World Trade Center." There was a pause. "It is now safe to say that this was a deliberate act of terrorism."

"War has been declared on the United States of America," I said to myself. Hearing those words, and speaking them, were rather mind-boggling and stunning. Never mind what just happened in NYC.

We were at war.

How many people just died or were hurt? How many fathers, mothers, children, friends were not going home that night? I thought as my heart went to my throat. How many people were in the towers? How many people worked in the towers?

They radio program, a music station which played the 80's to today music, had a guest who said over 50,000 people worked in the World Trade Center's two towers.

I knew someone who would most likely be going to war. (My future husband.) The thought hit me pretty hard.

I thought about the two most important dates in U.S. history, according to my father: 04 July 1776 and 07 December 1941. Both days were marked by the shedding of American blood for freedom. 12/7 was a day of infamy.

My dad made sure I knew all about the events on 12/7, those that led up to it, and the aftermath. I knew the costs of that day.

My dad was too young to know 12/7 personally, but I could tell it impacted him and his life. (It still does today.)

Any day when THOUSANDS of Americans die is a terrible day. (Never mind any other nationality across the world.)

I knew September Eleventh was most likely going to be worse than Pearl Harbor. The numbers, and airplanes, only cemented this reality.

"It has been confirmed that it was two commercial jetliners, folks." The guy over the radio shared with us.

I had just pulled into the parking lot at work. I turned off my truck and said a prayer before I headed into work.

The radio was not on. It was always on. But, it was not on yet. This struck me.

"Turn on the radio," I hollered across the print shop to the gal closest to the radio.
"Why?"

"Two commercial planes have hit the World Trade Center in New York City. That's why." I shared the simple truth with them. I heard my voice quiver a little as I spoke.

The guy and gal looked at one another and then LAUGHED at me in disbelief.

I remember feeling furious, but I bit my tongue. This was not something you joked about or made up. Ever. "I am serious. Please turn on the radio." I requested and headed to the back to punch the clock.

When I got back up front, they stood there, mouths hanging open.

I immediately called our supervisor and he brought in a t.v. He was getting ready to leave his house.

937 a.m.

I then called my dad, and woke him up, since he worked nights. This was something you wake people up for. We just heard how the Pentagon was hit. (That was yet another declaration of war. How many more would we get today?)

Then, I called my mom.

959 a.m.

The moment our supervisor got to work, and plugged in the t.v., the first tower fell.

I will never forget a group of us standing around watching this. Two were former military. They said it would be a matter of days before we responded. I agreed. How could we not? They both said they would want to re-enlist that second if they could, but they could not. One had physical problems. One had too many obligations at home. He was also a single father and the mother was out of the equation.

1006 United 93, southwest of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

1028 The second tower fell.

I will never forget how we could tell when customers walked into the print shop--whether they knew or not about what happened this day. Those who heard, said something, and were somber. Those who had not heard were loud, happy, continued on with life as normal.

Since I was the one who ran the counter, along with A/R, I was the one who told them.

"I take it you haven't heard." I knew not to ask if they had or not. It was obvious.

"Hear what?" All of them asked.

"About how two planes have crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City."

"No!"

"Yes..."

The moment I got in my truck to drive home, I listened to the radio. The moment I got home, I turned on the t.v. I saw all of the images again... Heard stories...

Just as I did a couple of days ago.

My husband and I drove home from a Presidential rally when he turned on the radio. They were replaying the sounds of that day.

For 45 minutes, my husband and I drove in silence.

Today, I have been peeled to the t.v. again... as I am every year.

One day, we will have a child. They will know about the three dates in U.S. history to never forget. 04 July 1776. 07 December 1941. 11 September 2001.

Our future child will know how many military men and women we have personally known who have fought and fallen since.

Freedom costs. It is not free.

We will never forget.

We will not falter.

The land of the free, the home of the brace.

God bless the USA.

(Image Credit: Microsoft Images Online.)

Stacy Duplease
Historical Fiction Writer of:
Inspirational American Historical Ancestry Romance Fiction