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The Smallest Turtle In The World

October 28, 2014

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If I am not mistaken, Lil Dude, when he first came to me, was this small.  Now he is bigger and, according firmly to my husband, “Some kind of special spoiled.”  This was proclaimed this morning when he took Lil Dud out of his tank and into his “day box” and when said turtle saw me he began clawing frantically on the side:  He was hungry, of course.  Just because he stays in the corner next to the computer where I sit doesn’t make him spoiled in my opinion.  It just makes him my Lil Dude.

This is the last “Turtle Tuesday” post.  I am a little sad to see it go, but there is a new month coming up and it would be nice to do something else for Tuesdays, which leads me to a very important question:

Do you have any suggestions for upcoming Tuesday posts?  Is there anything specific you would like to see here on The News?  About me?  About my household?  I am open to suggestions.

Thanks in advance everyone!

Cute Turtles, Naps, and MMOs

October 27, 2014

Today has been a day of “bits”.  I did a bit of calling – making important phone calls, scheduling rides and other appointments, etc.

I did a bit of napping.  Naps are very good.

There was also a bit of playing with the cutest turtle in the world and now I am preparing to do a bit of MMO gaming on Rift.

In between all the “bits” there was writing.  LOTS of writing.  Yeah, it has been a busy, productive, happy day.

That is all.

Special Halloween Post: The Forgotten Victorian Novelist Who Outsold Dickens

October 27, 2014

Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

As the nights are beginning to draw in and Halloween approaches, how about something to make the flesh creep and send a shiver down the spine? Charles Dickens was a master of the macabre, whether it’s in his Christmas ghost stories such as A Christmas Carol, in the chilling Gothic emptiness of Satis House in Great Expectations or the dirty squalor of London in Oliver Twist. But there was another novelist who most people have never heard of, whose books also offered the Victorian reading public a good helping of horror. At the height of his career, he sold more copies of his work than Dickens, who is widely thought to have been the bestselling novelist of the age. This other writer’s name was George W. M. Reynolds, and he has recently been called ‘the other Dickens’. 2014 marks the bicentenary of his birth.

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Five Fascinating Facts about Dylan Thomas

October 27, 2014

Henrietta Handy:

KMGN: It is fascinating to discover new things about authors/poets/writers.

Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

1. Dylan Thomas was born exactly 100 years ago today, in Swansea. His middle name was Marlais, which was a nod to his great-uncle, William Thomas, who was also a poet. William Thomas’s bardic name was Gwilym Marles.

2. One of Thomas’s first published poems was apparently plagiarised. Thomas took the poem, ‘His Requiem’, from a magazine called the Boy’s Own Paper and, er, republished it in the Western Mail under his own name four years later. This act of literary theft wasn’t discovered for 40 years. As Jeff Towns writes on the blog site of the Dylan Thomas Society, ‘It was some 40 years later that the theft came to light when his friend Daniel Jones included the poem in his new edition of Thomas’ Poems [Dent 1971]The daughter of the true author – Lilian Gard, happened to spot  her mother’s work and  exposed the theft in the national…

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Fall Into Fantasy Tour

October 27, 2014

Henrietta Handy:

KMGN: What do you think?

Originally posted on Books & Such:

Welcome to the Fall Into Fantasy Tour, where we are keeping your mind off any end-of-summer blues and welcoming the cooler weather by introducing you to some incredible fantasy reads to curl up with and giving you plenty of chances to win awesome prizes!

Week 10: Strings by G. Miki Hayden

Robert, an ordinary boy, finds himself in a newly chaotic world. Buildings move when and where they please, and time jumps around according to no known laws of physics. For Robert, getting to his regular school in the morning is next to impossible. As for getting home…

But then, Holden—a boy he and his friend, Nila, meet in a cave—offers them a string. No, not twine, but a string of the kind that forms the universe. Teeny and tiny, and invisible to the naked eye, this string will take Robert and Mila to their homes and way, way beyond…

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Thursday Saint – Saint James the Just

October 23, 2014

Saint James the Just is the brother of Jesus Christ.  His father is Joseph by a previous marriage.  In some icons portraying the flight into Egypt there is a young man leading the donkey the Virgin Mary is sitting on holding the infant, Christ.  This lad is James.

James was a very devout man.

“Jerome, De Viris Illustribus, quotes Hegesippus’ account of James from the fifth book of his lost Commentaries:” (From

“After the apostles, James the brother of the Lord surnamed the Just was made head of the Church at Jerusalem. Many indeed are called James. This one was holy from his mother’s womb. He drank neither wine nor strong drink, ate no flesh, never shaved or anointed himself with ointment or bathed. He alone had the privilege of entering the Holy of Holies, since indeed he did not use woolen vestments but linen and went alone into the temple and prayed in behalf of the people, insomuch that his knees were reputed to have acquired the hardness of camels’ knees.”

Along with this, there is also a liturgy called The Divine Liturgy of Saint James used on the feast day of October 23.  It was in use prior to being replaced by the Liturgy of Saint Basil and the Liturgy of Saint John Chrysostom.

Saint James died 62 AD.  He was thrown down from the steps of the temple in Jerusalem where he had been preaching and was stoned.  Since he did not die immediately the final blow was delivered with a fuller’s club.

A debated passage, often characterized as a Christian interpolation, in JosephusJewish Antiquities, records his death in Jerusalem as having occurred after the death of the procurator Porcius Festus, yet before Clodius Albinus took office (Antiquities 20,9)—which has thus been dated to AD 62. The high priest Ananus took advantage of this lack of imperial oversight to assemble a council of judges who condemned James “on the charge of breaking the law,” then had him executed by stoning. Josephus reports that Ananus’ act was widely viewed as little more than judicial murder, and offended a number of “those who were considered the most fair-minded people in the City, and strict in their observance of the Law,” who went as far as meeting Albinus as he entered the province to petition him about the matter. Their agitations led to Ananus being deposed as high priest.

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Wonderful Wednesday

October 22, 2014

I am a little late with posting today, but I am happy to report it is NOT due to pain or illness.  Nope.  Today has been an excellent day and I am feeling all the way up to 80% of normal.  The pressure is leveling out and the swelling in the joints have decreased some, which means the pain has been less.  So, what have I done today, you ask?

Well, I have played with the turtle and possibly fed him a bit too much.  Lil Dude has gotten to where he ‘asks’ for food and he is so cute doing it I simply don’t refuse.  Luckily I am smart enough to know he doesn’t need entire ‘meals’ when he asks for food: snacks are fine.  Chewie – the golden lab – and I have caught up on weeks of petting almost in one single day, and Willie Fu and I petted, sang, and played until he was very happy to see The Husband get home because Willie Fu wanted to rough house!

I felt well enough to read some and enjoyed every word.  Not a lot of writing was done today on the vampire/Interpol agent story.  I did manage to get a good amount of plotting done.  The up-coming twists make me grin from ear to ear.  And, I began a scary story for Halloween.  Originally it was my intention to post the Halloween story today, but it isn’t finished, obviously, but it should be ready by Halloween.

For the first time in a long time the X-Box was turned on during the day and I played some Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen and once Darksiders II was downloaded I began.

Today has been a good day on SO many fronts.  Now – off to bed with me!

“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”-Nelson Mandela

October 22, 2014

Originally posted on Depths of DMW Lewis:

Take this quote and take action.

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Resources from the Community: Tips From Three Writers

October 22, 2014
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Henrietta Handy:

KMGN: As always, wonderful and pertinent advice.

Originally posted on The Daily Post:

November is a busy month of blogging and writing, especially for participants in challenges like NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo. To get you excited for next month, here are bits of advice from three bloggers on

Fill your creative well

In “The First and Most Crucial Step to Owning NaNoWriMo,” Kristen Lamb offers pre-writing advice for people embarking on a novel — but it’s handy for writers of any style or genre:

Creative people are a lot like tigers. We do a lot of what looks like laying around and warming our bellies in the sunshine. Yet, what we’re really doing is powering up because, once we go after that first draft, those words can be more elusive than a gazelle that’s doping.

Kristen spent two-and-a-half years researching for her last book on social media, which she says might not have looked like “work” to some. But it definitely was:

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A Native American Turtle Story

October 21, 2014
The Painted TurtleThere was a chief, and he had a fine-looking girl. There was a painted turtle, and he fell in love with the chief’s daughter. But he could not come to see her or get to speak to her, because neither the girl nor her parents paid any attention to him. He kept thinking, “How can I win that girl?” And day after day he came, but still they did not notice him. Finally he thought, “If I would paint up, they would notice it and ask me why I painted.” He painted up and went to the chief’s lodge and the girl fell in love with him as soon as she saw him. So he told her to follow him and started off and went to a big river. When she first saw the turtle, she thought it was a human being, but when they got to the water and she saw that it was a turtle instead of a man, she said, “I cannot go any farther with you.” He said, “Come and follow me. You will turn into a turtle the same as I am.” When she went in, she turned into a turtle, but a different kind, a soft shell. Sometimes they name women after this turtle. (As told by an unidentified Peoria informant to Truman Michelson, 1916; after Knoepfle 1993)

For more interesting stories check out this link where this story came from —


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