Lucky Love

Loving our president may bring our country better luck

As I watch our Olympics, I am so proud of those who wear the red/white/and blue. The work, the time and the blood our American Olympians put into their talents is phenomenal. They are a glowing reflection of our country. They deserve every one of us at home to watch and commend them for their representation of the United States of America.

But no, because…well, we don’t work that way.

We have some little jackass walk into a school and we are pulled away from the good, and heavily dosed with several interruptions regarding the grotesque sickness that this country is also suffering from. Our hearts freeze in horror because this unhappy kid didn’t like his school, or teacher, or he was pissed off at the world and decided to kill a bunch of kids and make a name for himself. 

We have women who have been raped, ambushed, accosted or touched inappropriately. And after years, they are finally coming forward. I applaud you in so many ways. Men tend to believe that because they’re the larger species, that women should be bowing down to them.  Well women, we don’t have to put up with that… turn around, leave, slap them, ignore them, report them, put them in the passenger seat! Remember if you’re the one bowing down, you’re the one biting it off.

I just read an article about a couple of writers whom I would call good friends. I’ve enjoyed hearing them talk. I’ve invited them to talk before a couple of the writing groups I’m involved with, but to find out that they’ve been accused of committing sexual abuse? I’m appalled. I’m also extremely confused. I know these guys. I can’t fathom them committing this crime. So, I pray that this is not 1) a misunderstanding, 2) a way to avenge yourself, 3) to repay someone for a bad review or critique, 4) a way for attention or 4) looking for money. What you do ruins lives. But if it is true, I’m sorry.

Lets all start learning to Avenge Ourselves! Think for ourselves, protect ourselves, look within ourselves, and try and find a way to support our country and love one another!

Doree Anderson


Welcome to a new year

New to me is a new-born; baby, puppy, the first bloom of spring. New Year simply means instead of writing 2017, we erase the 7 and make it an 8 until it becomes a habit around the middle of February. Then, once we’re comfortable with it, January shows up, and like a wheel, our months revolve inside it’s circle.

We’d all like to think that everything becomes shiny and new.  The tight, form-fitting sling you fought your body into at 8:45, should fit fabulously at 12:01. (Not) Unless the oxygen supply has totally depleted and you’re, well… dead.

Unfortunately what I notice is the down swing of the lips. Day one, the resolutions.  Day two, the determination. Day three, the good intentions. Day four, if I give it one more day, it’ll be the weekend and then no one will remember what my resolutions were and I can try again next year. Yep, that pretty much sums up the ‘me’ exercise plan every year. If I  close my eyes, I’m looking damn fine. If I open them, okay, so never mind.

Yet when it comes to my writing, I’ve set goals. Great goals that I have every intention of adhering to, and, (fingers crossed) I intend to fulfill as many as I can. They are as follows:

Goals For 2018

One Eighty:    Twenty-five to Thirty Query Letters After Revising Letter / Follow-up on current submitted queries.

Complete:       Cozy Mystery Novella  and  3rd manuscript in DunMullers Series

Submit:           Magazine Articles  (1 per month)

Participate:     3 On-Line Writing Classes

Attend:             LTUE in Feb., Utah League of Writers Conference in Oct.

Read:                15 – 20 Books on Craft.



The Happiest of Holidays

MERRY Christmas Time…

Can you believe it? Ten more shopping days. How dare I – yep I said it. And then Santa Clause will climb down the chimneys and leave presents for each boy and girl… of course that’s if you have a chimney. We always did, we just never used it. And talk about the arguments with our little girl. “And don’t give me that dumb old story about the front door. It squeaks. I’d hear him.”

“Santa Clause will be cutting a tiny round hole, just a small one, cause the dude’s an elf, you know. Into our living room side window he’ll go, Then with his tiny little glass cutter and his tiny little hammer, he’ll tap out the circle, with a squeak not a mutter. The glass falls to the floor with never a clatter, cause the wind carries it down so it doesn’t splatter. He’ll jimmy the lock to open the window. Each move that he makes is guided by moon glow. Once he’s wiggled his way through, all quiet like a mouse, the reindeer will shove the packages into our house. Santa will leave, just you wait and see, the presents all sparkly and cool around our Christmas tree. He’ll return to the window and magically, replace the glass. Nothings disturb, cause this guy’s first class.  No fireplace is needed, no door is unlocked, this Kris Kringle has it covered and you’ll know nothing my dear, because that’s how he calls it, and he’s been doing it his way for years.

Well? What  story do you have to explain the workings of an imaginary elf  who drops down a chimney to leave packages when you’ve nailed in a thick piece of plywood into the front of the fireplace so that you can sit the television, its stand, large speakers, and VCR player in front of it?

Now that our daughter has grown and has children of her own, she too, doesn’t use the fireplace as a ‘fireplace.’ Talk about passing down traditions. I believe that they leave the sliding back door unlock and make melted snow tracks across the kitchen floor.  We enjoy Christmas Eve as a family at my house now and put out Soup and Sandwiches, play games and always exchange pajamas as our Family Christmas Eve gifts.


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Grateful for the memories.

In American Fork Canyon, the mountainside is exquisite with the changing of the season. Bushes are splashes of color so brilliant it’s speechless. I love it here.

During the summer months, you can hike the 1 ½ mile incline to Mount Timpanogos Cave. There are guided tours that take about an hour to walk through the numerous caverns. It’s cool, literally and dark, so take a flashlight.

When I was a senior in high school, I walked up Tempee with my family. Mother, father, sister and my good friend visiting from Kansas City. Connie, Cindy and I had locked arms and marched up the hill singing “We’re off to see the wizard,” almost all the way to the top. It was exhilarating.

It was fun. There were a few stops along the way. You’d think it was for water, right? I wish! Have you ever run into a ground squirrel? Those little buggers are rather demanding. They will yell at you if you don’t give them a moment of your consideration. Oh, and that piece of nut (yes, you have them and specifically for the fuzzy little critters), wants you to drop it. Three girls not stop to watch the antics of a cute little animal, please?

My point in this blog is memories. The importance of them. Walking back down the hill, my sister and I couldn’t remember ever passing my parents. We never even met up with them in the cave. Finally, I gave in and asked a stranger if they’d seen our parents. After describing my mom, the gentleman laughed.

“I have seen her. In fact, I believe she’s the woman who’s entertaining a dozen squirrels at the entrance of the cave. She shoo’ed off the man she was with and stayed outside.”

Yep, that’s mom. She left us when she was only 56, way to early for us to have enough memories.




It’s Holiday Time

Can I hear a Yeah!, Whoop!, Wow. great, whoopty do, big whoopee, yep, happens every year. Ah come on. It’s the big Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years Cheer! Not the grumpy gus, the Grinch gripees, or the bah humbugs. Need a nudge. Pick up a puppy, mush your face it its chubby little tummy and do 10 raspberries. Better now?

Okay, you’re right. We should all do it our way. And this year, I’ll do it my way. I’m celebrating it with seven other writer friends by doing a holiday cheer website exchange. Each specific day for eight days of December, a writer will write a blog and give a website with a chance for everyone reading their blog to put their name in for a chance to win $40.00 gift care. Six of the ten writers are also putting in one of their published books, up – autographed, as a raffle prize too. Happy holidays.

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Why do they have creative writing as a class in school? Not every student should been required to suffer through it. I have found through the years that ‘creative’ is an individual thing. The assignment was to write a short story. I did. And in the corner, in red marker, my English teacher had written, “Fiction writing isn’t in your future. Listen to the others as they read their stories.” I was devastated. I had been writing down stories since I was six. I had a notebook full of adventures. After that day, I quit. I decided that, since she taught writing and English, she knew what I didn’t. I lacked the creative talent it took to be a writer. So, I set my aspirations aside. Until I was asked to write an article for a company news letter. I panicked. How could my boss honestly ask me to put words together and make it understandable. Yet, I did. And, it wasn’t bad. When I stepped away from the day job,  I applied for a job at our local Valley News Journal. After a year with them, I sat down and wrote a book. I’ve ten finished now and loving it. Too bad that teacher has long passed, she’s missed a few good stories. Never give up because of obstacles outside of you, go with what you believe is true.

Doree Anderson


It’s Like Pulling Teeth

I recently had a crown removed from an implant, which I’ve learned  isn’t easy when one doesn’t wish to release.  Anyway, with my mouth open, I had a question lobbed my way and promptly executed an answer.  Reality alert… when the mouth if full, it complicates verbal communication. That’s right! Forming intelligent wording around foreign objects makes it difficult for the tongue to provide adequate pronunciation. Diction is poor and therefore, makes deciphering awkward for your listener.

My granddaughter overheard my garbled reply and giggled,  “That’s funny. It’s like pulling teeth, huh grandma?”

I pondered her statement, confused. And then the light bulb went off in my head.

On the way home I felt it time to gently correct the meaning of her statement.  “Cindy, what do you think “it’s like pulling teeth,’ means?”

“You mean like when you were making those funny noises cause they made you talk?”

“I made those funny noises because I couldn’t talk. I had a mouth full of fingers. See, that’s why people say not to talk with your mouth full. Because nobody can understand you. And that’s what happened. I tried to talk around his fingers, but I couldn’t. It’s like when you eat something, and your mouth is full of food, you try talking around it and you mumble, spitting out some in the process. It’s gross and extremely hard to hear.”

“So how come it’s not pulling teeth cause he pulled your teeth?”

“Well, the expression, “It’s like pulling teeth,” is misleading.  When you are trying to hold a conversation with someone, and you are having a hard time getting the other person to respond to you, or open up and answer your questions, the saying is, it’s like pulling teeth to get him to speak. Teeth don’t come out all that easily, and neither do his words.

Silence filled the car, which made me blessedly grateful, because I don’t think I’d explained it correctly. Actually, I felt like I was stimulating her brain cells, praying that she’d buy what I was selling. And so far, it was a big zero on the peso.

Makes one wonder what other sayings we have that say one thing and mean another? Maybe one day I’ll check into them. Or not.



Bleeding the Turnip

I’ve talked about this before. The monies requested to learn all there is to writing. How to writer an eye popping query! Sign up here for 199.00. An Open Hour For Agent Queries here for only 299.00. What’s a synopsis? Learn how to describe your book in one page, for 350.00 The Blank Page. When you can’t start the story of your dreams? We’ll help you for a one time payment of 299.00. Point of View and Character Building Workshop – 499.00. And my favorite: Where has all my writing time gone? 20 Week Course 599.00.

And then, one day, before, during or after your educational bonanza, they say, “For a more in-depth interview with your character, I suggest you purchase Randall Rhubarb’s book, Gestures and Jocularity.  18.99 at Baker’s Books.  Do you see my point? Everything has a price tag. A price tag that, since I’m not a pro, is out of my price range.

There are conferences that are costing up into the thousands, workshops that can empty your wallet for almost the same amount. Travel, hotels, meals, etc. And I would love to do it all. But I can’t.

I’m married and every time I bring it up I have a husband that says it’s a scam. This whole writing thing is a great way for people to make money. They sell a couple of books and all of a sudden they’re Professor English.

I guess I’ll just have to unpack all my 40 year old English Class papers. Everything should be the same, right. I’m sure that nothings changed. Well, at least I’ll be saving a hell of a lot of money when I do.

Here’s to writing,




Cliche you say?

Dead as a door nail. Stiff as a board. Up and died.

If I had a nickle for every time you’ve asked me that, I’d be rich. In for a penny, in for a pound. Money doesn’t grow on trees.

No rhyme, no reason. Say what! What you talkin’ about,…….?

Cat got your tongue? Look what the cat brought in. Dead dog serious.

And trillions more.

In writing, stay as far a way from using cliches as you can. Yeah, it’s easy to fall back into things we’re heard time and time again. Because they’re comfortable, right? But they’re tired, give ’em a break.

If the original writer can spring forth a good saying, shoot, so can you. The only reason the grass is greener on the other side is because you didn’t have to come up with it. Be the one to write your own cliches for your story. If I’ve read the same expression over and over again, I get board and tend to stop reading. Might forget who the author was as well.

So, if somebody has died, ” They took a detour and found the six-foot underbelly of this life.”. Not: Clocked out, or  Kicked the Bucket. Use something from your own imagination.  You know, the little guy inside your head that paints your pictures. Get him to find the tack in your sand pile.

The sweet side of success: we all want it, but to get it, it has to come from you. It’s your story, your name, say it your way! Not like in this blog, that’s chock full of cliches!

So, if a tree hasn’t jumped out in front of you and smacked you silly, give it your own take. I’m coloring within the edges of my brain just to write this. And I know I’ll come up with some cliches for my own story.

Doree L Anderson




Do you recall the saying ‘keep it simple, stupid?’ Or k.i.s.s.?

I do. I don’t remember how many teachers, in English or Art class, that utilized this particular acronym, reminding us that the simpler we make our sentences or our masterpieces, the easier it is for others to understand or evaluate it. Make it hard or in need of dissection and some say ‘forget about it,’ and move on.

Okay, no problems there. I was raised on the great literature of Fun with Dick and Jane. I can’t remember how many times I was entertained with “See Spot run.” But that doesn’t mean I don’t love to sink my teeth into a great read from Tolstoy, Clancy, or King.

The other day, this sentence was brought forth on my facebook page: 

Mouthful, right? I read it twice and thought that whoever would put something like this in a book isn’t looking for me as a reader. I wouldn’t bother finishing this one, no way would I buy another one. I read for entertainment, not for brain stimulation. But, some people do, and if they want to read something with sentences like this in them, I say all power to you. It is a legitimate sentence. I would have given it the K.I.S.S. rule, but hey, that’s just the way Dick and Jane rolled.