Thought Wheel

Ann Chiappetta

dreaming of a Dog

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Double Dreams of My dog

Ann Chiappetta

 

I

Dreamt of

My dog’s escape

The door was open

Heartsick I panicked

Searched, begged

fruitlessly

for his

return. I watched

all those I   lost

drive off with Mom

Bailey Bailey Bailey

I called

Silence

But then

Someone called,  urgently

I have

him

My hand

Touches the leather

this collar  familiar but

Not my dog

Could this

Dream

Dog Be

my future partner

or is it merely

a wishful

thought?

Yellow lab Bailey one year old standing at the shor in Maine. Photo taken by his puppy raiser. Bailey died March 16, 2024, he was ten. We miss you buddy.

Yellow lab bailey posed with blue skies and clouds in the background. 

 

 

 

 

Annie Shares News Spring has sprung! 🌸`

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Annie Shares News volume 3 Issue 4 April 2024

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A sweeping view of the Golden Gate bridge at daytime, the bay spread out below it and the top of its towers bathed in fog. The title is across the top and the author's name is across the bottom.🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

 

Spring is in the air, folks! Our neighbor’s cherry blossom tree is in full bloom despite the irregular weather.  Our yard is blessed with dozens of songbirds, rabbits and a few squirrels. The evenings are entertaining, often filled with the haunting of competing hooting owls.  It’s nature’s musical score and we love it.

 

Goodness, do I have plenty to share, from poetry to novels.

Did you know it’s National Poetry Month?

I will be reading my poem, Riding the Subway for the release of the Western Pennsylvania BARD poets  anthology. I plan to record it and hope to share the performance for my May 2024 newsletter.

 

My poem, Where the Heart Lives won third place in the Oprelle poetry anthology, the release is yet to be announced.

 

My first novel, Hope for the Tarnished, is currently in the audio recording studio and should be ready for purchase on Audible in June.

 

My second novel, Imperfections, released last month, is doing well. The book launch was also in March, here is the link to listen:

https://tinyurl.com/yn2sx8br

 

Please support Indie authors like me, we love your interest in our books and other types of art.   Sharing this newsletter with someone could mean a reading, writing or appearance to promote my books. 😉

Until next time!

 

 

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Annie Shares News plus bonus link to new article

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Annie Shares News Volume 3 Issue 1 January-February 2024

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I am behind on this newsletter and should have sent it out sooner. The last month was full of obligations and family activities.  We rang in the new year  together from the comfort of the new sleep number bed in our house. We are settling in well, the animals love the space and quiet positive energy.

 

Jerry and I registered to vote, got new  State identification, met with our respective medical care providers,  and checked off many of the post-move tasks each day. Trips to the home store and hardware store depleted our finances a bit but it needed to be done. Apartment living doesn’t require a leaf blower, ice melt, garbage pails for weekly pickups, outdoor lighting, video door bell and back door camera, updated alarm system, a ladder, rake, shovel, HVAC filters, five rooms of furniture and so much more.

 

Our daughter visited with her fiancé and her cat at the end of January. It was rewarding for us to offer a guest room. We appreciated the open and welcoming living space this home  offers.  We all got along wonderfully.

 

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Get ready for my next contemporary fiction novel, Imperfections, scheduled for a March 2024 release.

Listen to an interview with  DJs Sam Jasmine, Charlene Dahl  and me on KFAI radio’s Disability and Progress: https://kfai.org/player/?episode_id=52048

 

More about the book:

For Lainie and Efren affirming their love  for one another comes with consequences and his name is Shane.  Will his stalker mentality erode their love or will Lainie and Effren be strong enough together and  be free of Shane’s cruelty for good?

 

 

My poem “What the Heart Lives” placed third place in the Oprelle spring 2024 anthology.  I am hoping to take part in readings and book fairs in 2024 and I am hoping to complete a nonfiction book about the human and service animal bond by next year.

 

Visit this bonus link to read my newest blog article for the American Printing House and Career Connect series:

http://tinyurl.com/2ct3ybjt 

Until next month,

Peace

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A publishing Success! 📕

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I am sharing the acceptance letter with you.

If anyone reading this would like me to send the poem via email, please let me know: anniecms64@gmail.com I cannot share it publicly until after it is published in the anthology.

I’ve been working hard improving my craft and style. In 2023 I submitted my work to ten publications and was accepted to three.

 

Dear Ann,

 

It is Oprelle Publication’s great honor to congratulate you on being chosen as the

 

Third Place Winner in the 

2023 “Coming Home” Poetry Contest

This contest was uniquely challenging in that the competition drew awarded and published writers as well as complete novices …where so many times, we find diamonds! Needless to say, the Coming Home competition always draws some tough contenders. Our judges really enjoyed your poem, Where the Heart Lives

Your lines like,

Presence

Human touch

Holding hands before

Slipping off to sleep

will not soon be forgotten. We really enjoyed your poem’s gentle journey in imagery and thought.

 

Your writing will gain excellent exposure because your poem and name will be featured in the upcoming “Coming Home” Anthology. The book will be in a 5.5 by 8.5 layout.  We are looking forward to a really beautiful paperback later this year.

 

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The Word River

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Being an author, I am often asked about the writing process. Where do I write? What is the time of day I am the most creative? What equipment or software do I use? How do I get my ideas? The answers are straightforward. I write in my office and prefer the daytime from mid-morning to early evening. I type all my work on a pc with Windows and assistive technology   software for the blind. I edit my work with this technology, listening to   documents with text-to-speech access.    Ideas come to me via observation, examination and experience. They  form through dreams, news, conversations I hear, observing the sensory  information and what surrounds me. Curiosity  leads me through it all.

 

Once an idea reveals itself, I make a mental note to   track it. . If it persists, if I fall asleep mulling it over and it is there the next morning, I know it is a subject or idea I must  relax into for it to develop.  When I say develop I mean a piece of something  destined for words taking hold and growing. Setting an idea free means being conscious of it while it travels through  my gray matter, collecting relevance and resonance  until we meet again.

 

The most difficult question regarding the writing life is describing the creativity involved in the writing process. There isn’t a short answer, it’s more like paddling a canoe along the sluggish tidal pools and terrifying rapids of a miles-long river .  An idea is the starting point. What if the dream  I woke up remembering  could be written into a short story? What if the influx and pattern of birds and their hierarchy at the feeders could be described in a poem? What if the  blog articles I’ve already written on a particular topic could  be organized into a handbook of some kind?

 

Once I know the idea is forming, I write a brief note to myself and  step back, absorb my effort into another writing project. This is essential for the idea to continue developing.

 

For example, I got an idea for an urban fantasy short story about garden gnomes  playing a major role in helping rescue prisoners of human trafficking in China with dimensional magic. I sketched out the timeline, location, characters, and other details. I researched elements in the story following a rough outline. I am a hybrid of a planner and a Pantzer, creating enough of a timeline of scenes and the story arc to follow but loose enough for it to  flex as the story expands.

 

Next is the typing, word play, placement of scenes,  theme of the story, plot, and deleting, replacing and revising.

 

When the story stalls, because inevitably it will stall as part of the evolution of the story, I go onto another project. I do not believe in writer’s block. I believe the story will write itself as long as I have faith it will do so. If the story is meant to be written and I am purposeful about writing it, it will get done.

 

Sometimes the ideas lay dormant for years, others seem to call to me in a more creative urgency. Some stories , after a few hundred pages sit in my manuscript folder on Drop Box because I wrote myself into a corner.  I think about them all the time, consider pulling one up and begin the revision process.  I am not the only author to lament unfinished work laying in the manuscript closet.    Maybe a few will eventually be revived and become something for the masses, but I do not question. This is how my first two novels were completed. When the piece beckons, I’ll take up my creative paddles,  push off into the word river and ride the current, trusting the words will come.

 

 

 

 

Annie Shares News V 2 Issue 12 🧧🎁💖

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Annie Shares News Volume 2 Issue 12 December 2023

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Christmas and holiday greetings, readers. In these trying times of war and strife, peace and joy are elusive and sometimes difficult to express. It is for these reasons I am writing this newsletter. My purpose, as insignificant as it may be, keeps me grounded and it is my hope it helps someone else to keep the hope going.

 

I am pleased to report my second novel, Imperfections, is being sent to the independent book publishing company, DLD Books  for formatting. The release is planned for spring 2024.  It’s been a long and rewarding path for the writing of this story. It is less biographical and  I hope different enough for readers to rave about. I’ll be telling you all more about it in the January 2024 newsletter.

 

Also in my Sharingdom, Smashwords/D2D is launching an End-of-year eBook sale from December 15 to January 1, 2024. The sale will include genres from children’s books to horror titles.    Upwelling: Poems, my first poetry collection is free and my other titles are discounted. eBooks make great gifts! 🎁🧧

Save this promo link so you can shop as soon as December 15 rolls up:

https://www.smashwords.com/shelves/promos

 

Of course, by now, being a subscriber to this newsletter, you are aware I am a person with a disability. I support other writers with disabilities as well as promoting my own writing and books. One such writer, Patty L. Fletcher, is the person who  had a role in assisting me to find my own path to independent publishing. I am excited to include the information for readers to check out her new book.

The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order.

 

If you prefer an anthology, check out this one, hot off the indie press, Behind Our Eyes 3 A literary Sunburst. It is written and edited by writers with disabilities and the proceeds from the sale of the book go directly to funding the Behind Our Eyes organizational literary programs , most  offered  free-of-charge. Sales will also assist in the costs of publishing  their biannual literary magazine, Magnets and Ladders.

 

 

My gift to you is a recording of the poem, Little Tree by e.e. Cummings. Below is the text.

[little tree]

  1. E. Cummings

 

“little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see            i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look           the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold.
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”

 

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/miiljk17ugsupwqud79m9/little-tree-by-Annie-c.mp3?rlkey=1c9rsomli57qm8s5h05pudfao&dl=0

 

 

 

 

Christmas Poem 🌲

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Happy Holidays to all.

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Below is the text of Little Tree, a poem by e. e. cummings. The reading of it is also part of this post. I hope you enjoy it.  As for the poet, e. e. cummings – he was a poet before his time. Born in 1874 in Cambridge, Massachusetts,  he experimented with  breaking literary traditions, hence the lack of capitalization and punctuation in  his work.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings

 

[little tree]

  1. E. Cummings

 

“little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see            i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look           the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold.
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”