Bittie Betty

BBedOh Bitty Bettie!  And what are you dreaming of on this starry night?

Would you like to know the story behind this little “bit” of a Bettie?  I was helping at the hospital by bringing food up to patients.  I walked into a room and there was this little bit of a lady laying in bed.  She was so little and so sweet and her name was Betty!  I told her I was going to write a story using her name!  She was a little “Bitty Bettie” and such a dear.

Now I am in the midst of writing her story!  What fun to travel back in time to what it was like to be so little. Were you little?  Were you big for your age?  So much goes on in the minds of children as they grow up.

I remember going to the local grocery story when I was little. Who was visiting but the “Corn King”.

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He was soooo tall! One little girl was so scared she cried.  I remember vividly how sad he looked to see this little girls reaction.  I felt sorry for him.  I think it made a very big impact on me through the rest of my life.  I always pull for the under dog… the ones who are picked on or left out. It could have easily been me.  What really matters in life is the heart of a person.  Watch carefully what you value. People are the greatest treasures on earth.

Why I Love Peepsqueak

It’s fun to watch a child read a book. Their eyes are captivated with story and pictures. Their imaginations take off. Many times they ask you to read the book again and again. My book, Peepsqueak goes a step further. After reading it a couple of times, the child can read it to you. Boy oh boy, do they love that! They feel they can read all by themselves.

Here we have two Peepsqueak fans doing just that! Thanks to my friend Karen S. For sharing this picture. I love it!

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A New Space

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“Build it and they will come.”  It’s a famous line from the movie, “Field of Dreams”.

In my case, it’s a new area in my home where I can devote myself to writing my stories.  Until now, I have found myself scattered around in different places, trying to find the best atmosphere for my work.  My art studio, coffee shops, our little travel trailer, the library… but nothing seemed quite right.  I would find myself getting distracted.

One day I picked up a magazine called, Where Woman Create.  An artist told about her studio set ups, all THREE of them.  One studio is in her house, another is out in her backyard and a third is in her basement where she builds her frames for her paintings.  My mind went to a room in my house I affectionately call the YaYa room.  The closet is full of toys for our grandkids.  The sofa bed is ready for when they spend the night. BUT, mostly, the grandkids grab a toy and head for the family room. Basically, it is an unused space until now.

I went to Habitat for Humanity and purchased a door.  I set it on top of a file cabinet and another small table and painted it black. “Voila!”  a desk!  Oh… I did have to paint the walls too.  They were green, now gray!  I love the peaceful tone.  My sister gave me some lamps a couple of years ago.  I replaced the shades with these white ones.  The whole setting is magical.

I worked all day on a new story.  What fun!  A new place and a new grace.  Keep on creating!

Leslie Ann Clark

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I Done Did My Dummy

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After months of working on my new book, I finally finished up my dummy and sent it off to my editor. I am pretty jazzed about it. It’s my baby. If you have ever had a baby, you are convinced that yours is the best looking baby around… while others are thinking… “What a funny looking kid”.  Haha!

I am hoping that others will love my baby too.  I made it for others to enjoy!  Parents reading to little ones, those are my target audience.  I can picture them reading this to their little one on a cold winters night before bedtime. I love the idea of wide-eyed little kids being swept into a story… walking into the very pages and settling in.  I hope my editor likes it!

(If you don’t know what a dummy is, it is a prototype or mock-up of a book).