A Story the Vacant Buildings Could Tell~

A Story the Vacant Buildings Could Tell~

19 February 2019

Hello everyone,

 

When I was growing up, life seemed so much simpler. For everyone, I believe, it does feel that way. When you’re in junior high, for example, the only things you’d hafta worry about are: cleanliness, making sure your school homework is due on time, and staying out of the way of school bullies. Right now, I’d gladly go back in time and live at least one day during my junior high years, but not to do it again – rather, to remember who I was back then and how I’ve changed from then until now. Also, I wish I could have at least one more conversation with my grandmother again. I miss her every day, and unfortunately, it wasn’t until she passed away that I came full force with the abrupt realization of how fast time really does go. I remember visiting her house when I was a child where she served me tea and cookies, only to grow up and walk through the now- empty house as an adult.

 

I’ll give you an example of how fast life goes: in the above picture is the welcome sign to Leith, ND, where my mother and her five siblings grew up out in the country. This tiny, sleepy town only has one working business: the bar, and the remainder of the buildings sit still, silent, and closed down, boards up with stories left to tell.

imagesThe above picture’s building used to be the post office. I’ve looked through the windows before, and there are still fliers left hanging up inside it. One year, the town was having an anniversary celebration, and it was fun to see most of the buildings open, walk around inside them, and inspect how life once used to be. In the early 1900s, my late great-grandpa Julius ran the town creamery with his father and then with his brothers. His wife, Gram Margie, used to tell us stories when she was alive, stories of harsh winters spent where my late grandma Rita and her brother sometimes walked to the creamery to stay warm instead of walking all the way home. One afternoon when I was a teenager, I sat with Gram Margie in her assisted living family room, flipping through old, black and white photos  and asking questions; the stories she told me really struck.

 

Country music legend Alan Jackson (who happens to be my all-time favorite country music artist by the way) even touches on such details within his song, “Little Man.” I grew up listening to old country music legends whenever we traveled to town or even thirty miles away where the best and most affordable grocery store was for us. My mom even had it running on the house stereo as we helped her clean house on Saturdays. It gradually became a comfort to me, and to this day, I refuse to listen to “modern” country music. You can’t beat the classics like Clint Black, Alan Jackson, George Strait, etc., and I find it sad that a lot of school kids nowadays don’t even know who those people are. I consider them part of my childhood, as well as part of who I am as a person. Why? Because it was those songs that we listened to as we traveled to places with my parents. And it was those car rides that made me think and ponder my life and who I was – not in a negative or depressing way, but just pondering how far God had taken me thus far. Whenever we went to Leith, ND, which was at least once a year, it was like coming home. Not only did we get to see my maternal grandparents, but we got to appreciate even more country side living and how it’d shaped us as human beings. I feel the same way with my parents’ home, especially now that my maternal grandparents have now passed on and we don’t visit Leith anymore. I’ll always be a country girl in my heart, because that’s how I was raised.

 

We each have our story to tell, and one day, we’ll tell those stories to our grandchildren and, God willing, great-grandchildren. I hope and pray that I get to do that one day, to tell them about my life and the blessings God has granted me. Nowadays, as my husband and I work every day, as well as work to get a bigger place to live with a baby on the way, I realize we are starting our own legacy. At one time in their lives, our grandparents were doing the same things. Then, suddenly, one day they wake up in their old age and realize their spouse is gone and they can barely walk. I wish I could’ve asked my grandparents more questions, such as how they’d handled life challenges when they were building houses and creating their families. What were their thoughts, feelings, and ideas? How did God so creatively chart their life courses?

 

You’ll get busy with taking care of the house, raising kids, and working – and then bam, before you know it, you’re sitting in the nursing home pondering your life. It’s rather sad, really, but it’s also needful, because it makes you want to cherish those good memories and good times more and more every day. I know I’ve written a blog post similar to this one before, but I cannot stress even more of how important it is to cling to life and cherish every moment. What kind of legacy do you plan to leave behind? And how do you want to live your life? Hopefully not with regret.

 

As I live my own life, in the here and now, I plan to enjoy the good moments, wonderful times, and pleasant memories as often as I possibly can. Because before you know it, in a blink of an eye, life ends and all that remains are the stories that your children and grandchildren continue without you.

 

If the empty, closed down, and boarded up buildings could talk, they’d tell stories on who had lived or worked in that building. In fact, they’d probably never stop talking. Story after story they’d tell of the human beings who stepped foot between those walls, busy with life, going about their business with no thought at all how maybe, just maybe, that very business might be closed down one day. Old ones die, and houses that were built with two hands by an in-love couple who raised a houseful of children are now left behind to rot.

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Look at the house in the second picture above – it’s dark, empty, and lonely, left behind by a happy family that grew up laughing, playing games, and learning about life. Look at the buildings in the other pictures. They’re all empty, abandoned, and alone, no longer wanted and no longer needed. Gives you something to think about it, doesn’t it? There were once memories in all of these similar type places throughout the country. The buildings could tell us story after story.

 

Back in the 1900s, I can just imagine the hustling of an old shop’s door jingling open and closed as the workers carried out their business. Young women in their thirties, with long dresses and thick coats, stringing along several small children, to make a deposit at an old bank that no longer exists, or to mail a letter in a post office that is now closed down. Their husbands are at home, farming the land. The children they carry along were our grandparents. If you think about it, it steals your breath away to ponder how life begins and changes in an instant. When an old one passes, new life begins, and so forth will life continue until Judgment Day. We’re only here for a short time, after all – only 80-100 years, if we’re lucky. Let’s make the best of every moment and every day that we have left. One day, after we pass, our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will be following in our footsteps: growing up, graduating from school(s), getting married, having children, buying a house, raising the children, and then, growing old. Before long, our memories become farther and farther away from our future generation’s minds, and one day, a child picks up a picture of you eighty years later and asks her grandparent who that is. Then, after an explanation, that picture will be placed back in a drawer to rest.

And in the mean time, our grandchildren and great-children will one day whisper,  “I hope I make her proud by carrying on her legacy.”

 

JMK~

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Goals for Fall & Winter 2018~

25 September 2018

 

Hello, everyone!!! 😀

 

I am BACK!!! Back and ready to roll! 🙂

 

Some of you may be wondering where I was for two months. Well, I had been busily studying away to get my insurance producer license. For a month and a half, I took classes and studied for four exams for Property & Casualty insurance – only one in which I passed on the first try. Monday of last week, I finally passed the final exam. Along that time, I had sacrificed every evening to studying. My life only consisted of church, work, and eating. Friday evenings were the only time I used to spend with my husband. Otherwise, I was studying away, and I learned a lot and it was so very worth it. But now, I am back, and so excited to discover what God has planned for our lives. I’m also so excited for evenings spent with my husband again, and free time to do chores around the house, hobbies such as writing, knitting, reading, and playing piano. I’m so excited to get back into the business of writing and editing again – Lord knows how much I missed it.

 

Therefore, below is a list of goals I hope to accomplish before the end of this year, 2018. Hope you all enjoy, and comment your two-cents worth as well. I also enjoy hearing from fellow followers.

 

  • Finish editing my completed manuscript, “The Dead Sister” and send back to my beta reader.
  • Complete my knitting project (round table decoration runner) and give as a gift to somebody this Christmas.
  • Play a couple piano songs that will influence me as a pianist, songs I’ve been waiting to complete for a long time.
  • Get 2-3 novels read before the end of the year, including the newest book from my favorite author, Kate Morton: “The Clockmaker’s Daughter” (so excited!).
  • Get more organized around the house and maybe do some planning about the kind of decorations I’d like in our new home next year.
  • Start learning to sew by beginning a sewing project with my mother.
  • Start writing a new book with a catching title and a beautiful, thrilling storyline.

 

Now, it’s your turn! If you wish to join in the fun, let’s get to know each other better, people 🙂 Copy and paste the list below into your comments and complete it, or else send me a message if you prefer not to say. I’d love to get to know my followers better – whether you’re on WordPress only, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram 🙂 Come, and let’s be friends!

 

Hope to talk to you soon! Below is the list:

 

  1. Your favorite fall activity is:
  2. Your favorite fall hobby:
  3. Such hobbies such as knitting and sewing are_____________.
  4. Who is your favorite author?
  5. Favorite book genre?
  6. Favorite past-time?
  7. Outdoor or indoor person?
  8. Coffee, tea, or neither?
  9. Preferred weekend activity?
  10. State or province you live in?
  11. What you’d like my page to show more of? (Be appropriate, please.) __________________
  12. Was this list a good idea? Yes or No?

 

Blessings always,

 

JMK~

Goals for Summer 2018~

1 June 2018

Hello everyone,

 

Below are my goals for this summer of 2018 that I plan to get accomplished. All of it is in accordance with if God wills, of course.

 

In the mean time, what are your summer plans? How do you plan to make this the best summer yet? Feel free to share your comments below!

 

  • If it’s God’s will, accomplish my utmost heart desire, aside from serving God.

 

  • Be as active as possible with my church.

 

  • Develop a more consistent prayer and Bible study life where daily I am studying God’s Word longer, as well as pray to God longer. Also, this includes drawing strength from Him and learning to trust in Him completely to carry out His plans for my life.

 

  • Grow stronger friendships with the church brethren, as well as my close true friends.

 

  • Spend more time with my husband, Ryan, and do more fun hobbies together.

 

  • Find a literary agent and hopefully this summer, if God wills, get a publishing contract. If not, continue to search for agents and get my query letter finalized where I won’t need to constantly revise it anymore.

 

  • Make my 30th birthday on June 29th the best one yet.

 

  • Finish revising my book, “Crimson” and finish writing my book, “The Last Soldier”.

 

What about you guys?? Also, what do my followers wish that they could see more of from my blog posts? How can I make my blog posts more interesting?

 

I’ll check back in within another couple weeks or so. Take care and God bless~

 

JMK~

 

 

WRITING – MY WORLD, MY ESCAPE~

4 May 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

I adore escaping to the fictional world where nothing else matters except for the story that is yet to be explored, through your fingers to the computer or laptop keyboard. When I am going through a hard time especially is when this seems like a crucial antidote for me. Well, first and foremost I pray to God about all I’m going through, then I talk with my husband, but then finally, on Tuesdays I escape where nothing else exists except for my story and the characters within it.

 

Right now, I am in the 4th editing phase of revising my manuscript, The Dead Sister. Editing is my least favorite part about writing, because of how in depth it is and how I always keep finding things to revise. But then, I always keep thinking about Stephen King, who after twenty-some revisions of his book, Carrie, was encouraged by his wife to try just one more time. I enjoy hearing encouraging stories like that, and it makes me even more excited about the future possibility that I am praying for – a chance for my book to end up on bookstore shelves. It’s one of my dreams in life, and God willing, it will work! But in the mean time, I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing and working my hardest with my writing and editing.

 

When I was growing up and in my teen years, much like today, writing was my escape. I thought about my current WIP each and every day. Whenever I endured school embarrassment about my quiet and sometimes shy personality, I always thought to myself that it would be a much better day once I was sitting on my bed writing. I began with notebooks and then gradually typed it all up on the computer. But since us early 2000s kids had only one computer at home and had to share it, I devoted the majority of my time sitting on my bed with the door closed, music blaring, writing my stories out until I could barely move my hands.

 

Does writer that may be reading this understanding where I’m coming from, or who came from similar backgrounds?

 

I had homework anyway, which was the least of my concerns. More than anything, all I wanted to do as a career was to be a freelance author – and it remains the same way today. That yearning inside of you for that perfect career quite simply never goes away. All you want to do is to sit at your desktop computer / laptop and write until you can’t write anymore. I’ve learned so much about writing, though. First, I wrote lots of letters to authors when I was growing up, who all taught me so much about writing and the importance of it. Secondly, I read and read and read. Not only did I read other novels, but I also read a lot about publishing, editing, and how to write certain topics and how to revise your manuscripts well enough. Thirdly, I went to college for a major in English, and graduated five years later with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, an emphasis in Writing. During that time, I learned so much about writing, editing, publishing, and the overall art of being a writer than I ever thought I would learn. I adored the professors that I learned my education from, and sometimes I still think about them in how they influenced my life.

 

As a writer, you do so much reading. Read and read and read. I read novels not only because I enjoy a good story, but also because I want to learn how the author wrote that particular book. Besides thinking of the overall plot of the book, I’m also thinking about how the author would’ve come to certain scenes, how they’re gradually developing more and more suspense in the book, etc. And you write a lot, as often as you can. When you’re not writing, deep in the recesses of your brain, you’re planning what to do and write about next. You plan a lot – even behind the scenes. If you ever see me gazing off into space where I’m not watching TV, most of the time I’m planning a book scene or thinking about my books. (That is, after I finish thinking about God and my husband of course.) Also, in my experience, it’s also important to develop several different social media pages and have a whole bunch of strangers follow you – and create your own blog to freely write about anything you want. Or, at least, anything that will benefit people the best. For example, you’ll never find me writing about political ideals on here, because of all the controversy it creates. And it’s not the most positive of things to talk about. Just like you’ll never see me writing about anything too negative on here – and I make sure that my own stories always have a happy ending as well. Because life is too short to think so much on the negative or on things that may just depress somebody in the world today. It’s much better and more fun and more fun to give people a positive experience by your writing as opposed to not. (Another case in point: I’d never read a Stephen King novel, although I have. He is a magnificent writer, but I greatly dislike horror stories.)

 

Anyone who ever thinks that writing is NOT an art needs to look up in Webster’s dictionary and do much more thorough research to realize what true art really is. It’s not just acting and painting and sculpting. Writing is also an art. I have truly been blessed by God with this amazing talent of writing. Inspiration is a daily friend to me, and I even have an app on my phone called Bear (I highly suggest this app to all writers) that helps me organize the writer thoughts in me when I am not at home, or away from my home office desk in general. Writing is a hobby that I will constantly endeavor for, no matter if I have children, am in the process of raising children, or no matter how busy I am in my life otherwise. Hobbies like this must never leave you, because it’s part of who you are and how God created you so beautifully. Aside from God and my husband and dreams, writing is my life, and I would never think in a million years of giving it up.

 

So you out there – yes, you. Refuse to give up on those aspirations of yours, of your hobbies and dreams. Don’t ever give them up EVER!!! Because God created them as part of you, and with His help, you will never lose them. Writing is more of an art, too. It’s your world, your escape.

 

And it’s mine, too.

 

Have a good Spring, everyone 🙂

 

JMK~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Made Me a Writer~

3 April 2018

 

Hello everyone,

 

Once upon a time, I was twelve years old on a bright summer’s day. I wasn’t your average twelve year old, though. I had one friend who had just moved away that summer. I didn’t consider myself as very outgoing, and in fact, I was a very quiet and shy girl. Not unlike the average teenager then and even today, I tried to avoid household and for me, barn chores wherever possible. To normal outgoing teenagers who spent a lot of time at lakes, going swimming, or with hanging out with friends as often as possible, I didn’t prefer any of those options. Instead, I was perfectly content with reading. At that time in my life, I remember reading constantly – novels, magazine articles that piqued my interest, even obituaries. I was starving for knowledge and reading as much as possible was the only solution. When I wasn’t reading, I found random hobbies around the house, such as playing piano, recording songs on a cassette tape of myself singing (embarrasingly enough), and listening to my favorite CDs. Needless to say, if you can’t tell already, I was BORED. Bored, bored, bored. Most of the time, I became so bored that I willingly cleaned and helped my parents out with chores just to avoid the state of boredom. I’d go on walks with the family dog at the time, Pepper, and try to find ways to entertain myself. During the school year, homework obviously filled the bulk of my evenings. But despite that, my imagination was constantly flowing with ideas and the constant urge to do something wonderful and exciting with my time. Something I could use to pass the time and distract myself from how lonely I was, how unexciting I believed my life was, and how starved for attention I was. I needed to constantly do something useful and exciting.

 

I started reading Sweet Valley High books on the school bus to school and back home. I read and read and read. I thoroughly enjoyed the Sweet Valley High books, because they were filled with endless drama, intrigue, and suspense, not to mention romance. My mom had either a bunch of the little novels on the office bookshelves, and one day, after complete intrigue, I decided to read them.

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Those books, I am happy to say, changed my life. These are the books that inspired me enough to be a writer. That summer day that I finished the last of the books in the series was the day I started to become a writer.

 

When I was at college, I complained to my class advisor that I simply could not get into the Mass Communications degree that I had taken up. I thought for sure that was the degree associated with writing. I kept telling her that I wasn’t enjoying the classes, I wasn’t doing well in them, and I didn’t want to learn any more about news reporting. I was even terrible at the photography classes. I was completely upset. But my minor was in English, and I have no idea why I chose that as my minor. I was completely blind to the fact that the minor I had taken up needed to become my major. When I mentioned to my professor, aka advisor that I really had enjoyed the Creative Writing class I had taken up, she asked me why that was. Gradually, I realized that I had taken on a completely different major than I should have from the very beginning – but as a degree in English (which I am quite proud of by the way), I chose it more so for the freelance writing aspect of it. I didn’t want anyone to tell me what to write or how to write it. I didn’t want anyone to constantly judge my writing – except when it came to literary agents and publishers. I wanted to be a freelance writer & author while retaining a secular job at working in an office, and that’s exactly what I did. So let me back up……

 

On that summer day, I finished that last Sweet Valley High book, and then thought to myself, I wish I could write a book. Well, friends, that’s what started it all. I started writing novels in notebooks at first before eventually converting to a computer and saving my stories on floppy disks! (Remember those?) And the very first book I started was called, “Life with Guarding Angels,” which is now called, “The Dead Sister”. It is essentially revolved around a love triangle that causes the guy of the love triangle to end up in prison for eight years.

 

Being a writer has taught me so many things. In 2014, I got accepted at a publishing company that later ripped me off two years later – so then, I learned the secret to doing much more thorough research of sending material to such companies. Send to literary agents instead. Through both college and personal experience, I’ve received countless letters from fellow authors, have learned how to have a website and how to maintain it, and the pros and cons that follow the world of writing. But I would never give up on it for the world. I love my writing talent that God has so richly blessed me with and I would never trade it for anything in the world.

 

This blog post today should inspire all of you to remain vigilant to your own passions, hobbies, and desires, not to mention your dreams. DO NOT EVER GIVE UP ON ANY ONE OF THEM EVER!!! God has blessed you with such things, and HE is the one who should daily be praised and thanked for such wonderful things in your life 🙂 My friends, I have loved my writing journey, and I plan to continue it the rest of my life, no matter where it leads me and no matter what setbacks come up along the way. 🙂

 

What will you do with your talents & dreams? Never give them up. Never.

 

I hope everyone had a happy and fun Easter. God bless and take care.

 

JMK~

There’s a Lack of Beauty in the Worl

2 March 2018

Hello everyone,

I love a good book as much as the next person. My favorite are suspense novels, a genre I also write, where the story incorporates drama, romance, life lessons, and everything else in between. Kate Morton books are the best; with every twist and turn, you expect the book to end one way, when it actually ends a different way. I have a short pile of suspense novels in my home bookshelf just waiting to be opened into, read, and enjoyed.

It’s the same thing with a person, isn’t it? Every person in the world has their own unique abilities, their own beautiful personalities. Only God can see who is good and bad, true to His Word or ignoring it completely. But He also sees all the disrespect in the world; the anger, hatred, and rebellion. All that terrible sadness – don’t you think that makes God sad? This world that He created torn apart like this?

More and more these days, I see nothing but negative headlines in the news today. For some odd reason, people find it funny or at least interesting to have disrespect toward things or people that they shouldn’t have disrespect to. Whether it’s players in the NFL, the NFL in general, celebrities, executives, governing leaders, musicians – you name it, the disrespect is there. Even more so, the HATRED is there. There’s too much impatience in the world today, too much rebellion, too much ignorance of God and His Word. But this isn’t just about God and His Word – it’s also another matter, a subject that many of us ignore because we don’t think there’s anything we can do about it. People are gonna do what they’re gonna do – that’s the way we think.

But we shouldn’t think that way. Instead, we should reach out to others and help out as many as possible. We should set a good example toward others. You know, a smile in a stranger’s direction goes a long way. It could even make their day – or, even better, be the best experience they had all week. Give food to the homeless. Set an example to your children, nieces, and nephews that all of the world is not all ugly. Parts of it is, but we can’t make it all good. All we can do is do our part – and the best part of that is by living the way Jesus wanted all of us to live. Obey the Gospel. Have a faithful & regular prayer & Bible study life. Make solid time for God & His Word. Then, go out and spread the Gospel to others. Something as simple as giving a spare Bible away is planting the seed.

I look at the news today and see that there is so much ugliness, especially in the media. People are wrongly accusing others of wrongdoing. People are not being kind to others. There is too much anger, frustration, and hatred. Too many people protesting for stuff that is really not going to matter at the end of the world. What IS going to matter, when we all stand before God on Judgment Day, is whether or not we lived according to His Word. Whether or not we obeyed the Gospel, gave respect to others, never talked badly about others, always held your tongue, and tried your hardest to set a good example to others and helping others out. The best example I have is whenever you see somebody in the supermarket, in a coffee shop, on a sidewalk – maybe an elderly person fell down. Maybe accidentally spilled their coffee all over the floor. Maybe somebody was carrying a stack of books and one bump and they all fell to the floor? Instead of watching that person, watch how many people ignore them and continue on with their lives as if that person clearly didn’t matter? Perhaps they didn’t NEED help, but just think about the kind of wonderful day you’d give them if you stepped out of line to get your coffee, to go to your job, etc. just to help that person? And you know what? It’ll make your day, too.

I think I’ve told this story before, but I remember when I was in college, I was on my way to class. I passed by a hallway just in time to notice a woman, who’d been pulling a wagon filled with books and supplies and other things for the department in which she worked. Suddenly, the wagon toppled over, and dozens of pens, pencils, notepads, and books toppled out.

And of all the crowd of students heading toward the doors leading outside in which I was headed, I was the ONLY ONE who stopped. The only one!!! I was absolutely appalled. For a moment, I stopped walking to observe the lady who clearly could’ve picked all that stuff up herself, but think of the embarrassment she probably felt, making a mess while everyone glanced her way on their way out the door. Think of the stress she probably felt, because she’d piled those supplies in her wagon just right. And I was the only one who stopped and hurried over and instantly began helping her put her stuff back in her wagon.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed in a relieved smile, a big bright smile on her face. “I really appreciate your help!”

“No problem at all!” I insisted, and cast her a smile of my own.

And for the rest of the day, and still to this day, seven years later, I still think about how relieved and happy she was for me to help for only a couple minutes. To help her, when everyone else had decided not to.

Don’t be so in tune with your own lives that you forget about helping others, about looking after others who aren’t just your loved ones, they are strangers. They’re children. They’re people in need or even people who aren’t in need but could use a helping hand – just to make their day! J How wonderful that’ll feel.

Come on, world, let’s stop being so disrespectful and angry. Let’s stop the hate and all the rebellion. Let’s listen to our parents, who always know the best thing for us, and let’s help others. Let’s give people the benefit of the doubt. Let’s work on our road rage.

Don’t get me wrong – nobody’s perfect. But if we all worked a little harder to make someone else’s day and being more respectful and kinder – wouldn’t the world be that much more beautiful?

Think about it.

Enjoy March 🙂

JMK~