I have some exciting news!

Hello everyone,
I have been accepted into the customer service training program at the Statler Center in Buffalo NY.
As you well know, when you’re first starting out as a writer, you don’t make a lot of money. In fact, you have to have money to even get published, because you have to pay for an editor, and possibly a cover designer, unless you are good at designing art, Since I am blind, I will have to have help with formatitting and uploading my book to creat space and smash words. With that being said, getting this training will qualify me for customer service jobs, and once I get a job, I will be able to make a consistent income, which will give me more money to get my novels and other works published and out into the world. This doesn’t mean that I will stop writing, however. I will be like any other writer with a job, to support myself, my child, and possibly my writing habit.
Hey, by the way, I’ll even do a few posts while I’m in New York, just to keep you posted on my progress. So, wish me luck, and keep me in your prayers. Love and prayers, and happy writing!


Creativity in bits and pieces

Have you ever had one of those days when you have a character and a scene for a story in your head, but don’t know what to do with them? That’s happened to me in the last couple of days. I have started a start writing fiction course online, and this course has given me the hint of an idea for a story, but I don’t have all the pieces of the per verbal puzzle put into place as of yet.
One of the thing we have to do for this course is write a character sketch based on a video. I couldn’t see what was going on in the video, but I was able to read other people’s interpretations of what they saw, which gave me the idea for a character. Then, last night I was thinking about a book I read, where one of the characters could hear the voices in the wind of what we would call dust devils, although the author called them dust spinners in this particular series. However, in book three of the series, this character was able to ride the dust spinner that lived outside the house where she and her partner were guests. In my head, I saw my character riding on a whirlwind, but the wind would take him to a particular place, where he could see what went on, but wouldn’t be seen by others.
This idea is going round and round in my head, but I have no idea what type of story it will lead to yet. If anyone has any pointers or suggestions they would like to share, please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below. Happy writing, and I’ll see you fine folks ext time. Y’all come back now, ya hear?


Accessibility for the whitehouse website is not good for all screenreaders

I was reading Donna W. Hill’s blog called The Heart of Applebutter Hil, and I saw a petition to require all companies to make their websites accessible for people with disabilities. The petition can be found at http://1.usa.gov/1Nq6vB7 . Here is my gripe about this site. When I tried to sigh the petition after entering my name and email address and zipcode, nothing happened when I pressed the “Sign now” button, using either my PC with the NVDA screenreader, or VoiceOver on my iPhone. This is why it is so important that all US based companies, or companies with US based offices be required to make their sites accessible for EVERYBODY, not just the SIGHTED visitors. Not only am I posting this link here, but I have also tweetted it, and the blog post will be shared on facebook.

Call to action


To all my sighted and visually impaired followers alike, please sigh the petition at http://1.usa.gov/1Nq6vB7 so that those of us who use screen readers can have the same access to social media sites, online work at home websites, such as freelance writing platforms, virtual job sites etc., and other online platforms, blogs, and other websites, that our sighted peers have access to. If anyone has a problem sighing this petition with a screen reader, please let me know in the comments. Won’t you join me in making the internet a user friendly place for everyone, including people like myself who are visually challenged? Thank you for your support.


My learning style

When I was in college, I discovered ny learning style, through the foundations course called introduction to reading, and also a beginning course in my college studies, which I don’t remember the name of. However, There are times, when I learn by listening to a lecture or audio book. There there when I learn by reading, but there are other times when I learn by doing something hands-on.

Let me explaine something about my learning style. When I read books, I picture the scene, even though I am totally blind. This is a bit of visual learning, but sometimes audible and kinesthetic learning works best for me.

What is your learning style? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.


Hold on to the Stardust

I believe that it is best to hold onto the memories of the lovedones you’ve lost. You never know what spiritual blessings God has in store for you.

Sweet Happenstance

I look back and find thousands of days that I’ve spent wishing for the unattainable, regretting of what cannot be changed and missing people I can never have. Seldom did I cherish of what I always had. Seldom did I spend time on what was always on my shelf. Like it’s my habit to want more books, I try to fill my table with every color, Stacking newer books into my shelf. Spending time on the book stores craving to get them to my wooden shelf, even though I know I neither have enough money to buy it nor enough time to read it. I just have an insane need to see them on my shelf. Now I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, books won’t feel anything(perks of being non living), but you… you would. When one day you get this sudden urge to read an old book, maybe…

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A poem from the heart

I’m feeling a bit inspired, so here’s a poem for you.

The sun shines down on a lonely little girl,
Who is floating away from a sin sick world..
She floats away on the wings of the breeze,
To fly high, high, high above the trees.
Where is she going, you may say,
She’s going far far away.
away from a world of sorrow and pain,
To shed the burden of her sin and pain.
Away from the sorrow of the world below,
To be washed in the blood, as white as the snow.
She flies to meet Jesus in heaven above,
Out of her pain, and filled with God’s love.
Though the Lord took her home on that long lonely night,
She suffers no more as her soul takes flight.

I don’t know where this poem came from accept for the fact that it was given to me by the Holy Spirit. This is not about someone who has passed away recently, but I pray that this little poem leases your heart, as I have been blessed and inspired to write it. I am not a poet by any means, but all things are possible with God!
Love and prayers to all my readers.


Here’s the story I promised you

Hello everybody,

I promised that I’d post the short story that was inspired by a dream I had yesterday, well here it is. Feedback in either the comments section or via the How to contact me page is welcome.


A Magical Rain

I sat on my bed, wishing I could go back home to my beloved family. “Lord, take me home,” I prayed every night before falling into a restless sleep. Every morning I went to school,, but the routine seemed dull to me, until one day, everything changed.

When I awoke on that unusual morning, something felt very strange. I felt as though the world was a little off kilter. The air felt thick and heavy, like a fog had covered the land over night. I took a deep breath of the morning air as I walked to the dining room for breakfast. “It smells like rain,” I told my roommate Shelly Walters.

“Why do you say that Anna?”

“Take a Whiff. Don’t you smell it?”

“I don’t smell anything.” She took a deep breath, but her body didn’t tense up like mine did when I smelled the rain in the air.

“Oh Shelly, I wish you could smell it, this smells like a rain that I’ve never experienced before in my life. It smells like a magical rain.”

“Oh bosh! You’ve been reading too many ferry tales. You need to get ready for another boring day at school.” Shelly let go of my hand and ran off, leaving me to find my way with my cane. In that moment, I discovered why Shelly couldn’t sense things the way I did. I am totally blind, and she is partially sighted. In my experience, people who can see with their eyes, don’t focus on their other senses like I do, so I had to enjoy this unusual sensation on my own.


After breakfast, I went back to my dorm room to brush my teeth and get ready for another boring day at school, when I heard the first tiny drops of rain pitter-patter on the roof. “You’ll need your raincoats today girls, It’s about to storm,” Miss Barnes, our house mother called as I hoisted my backpack onto my back. All of a sudden, the rain began to drum on the roof like a band of soldiers marching off to war.

As the rain fell, a strange chill came over me. I dropped my bag onto my bed, grabbed my little umbrella, and headed out into the downpour. “Where are you going child?” Miss Barnes called as I opened the heavy door that led outside.

“I’m not sure, I just know that I need to go outside.” I ran out into the midst of the storm, heedless of the calls from Miss Barns and my fellow students. In the middle of the sidewalk leading away from the dorm, I stood rooted to the spot as the rain washed away my dread of the day ahead.

I closed my eyes, and the school disappeared altogether. I stood in the center of a beautiful meadow. The raindrops turned into beautiful haunting notes of a violin. An angelic voice sang out, “Come child! See the beauty from the mountain top. Come and be free-ee-ee-ee! Come to meeeeeee! and Darling we will beeeeee!”

Before she could finish the last phrase, the song faded away as I floated to the top of a mountain. The view was like nothing I had ever seen or experienced before. I held on tight to the umbrella, as the violins continued to play a melody that filled my soul with peace and gladness. Another voice whispered words of wisdom deep from within my heart. “See the world with your heart, not your eyes. Hear the music of the world around you. Smell the flowers and the heavenly aromas on the breeze. Taste a raindrop, feel the wind blowing through the trees. Touch the sky, and let the wings of your soul fly away, away, away!” The words drifted with the scenes as they faded from view. I found myself walking to school, with my pack on my back, my cane in my hand, and a song in my heart.


“Can anyone tell me what they have learned from this unusual storm this morning?” Ms. Smith asked as we filed into the classroom and took our seats..

“I have something I would like to share,” I replied after raising my hand.

“Yes Anna? What did you learn?”

“I learned a very valuable lesson in this magical rain. I learned that if we close our eyes and see with our hearts, a world of wisdom will be opened to us.” I heard several kids snicker in the back row.

“What do you mean, if we see with our hearts? I have a hard enough time seeing with my eyes,” Shelly scoffed.

“If you focus only on what you see with your eyes, you miss out on a lot of the blessings, sent down from heaven.”

“This is not a religion class Anna,” Miss Smith reminded me.

“I know, but there is a lot to be said when you open your heart and mind and truly listen to yourself and your surroundings.”

“Now that Anna has shared with us what she has learned, let’s do a little experiment, to see if we gain the same understanding that she did this morning.”

“How will we do that?” Myah asked.

“I will play a short piece of music. As I play this music, I want you all to close your eyes, open up your minds, your ears, and your hearts. After the music ends, I want you all to tell me what you felt, heard, and saw, in your mind’s eye, if you can.”

We all closed our eyes, as the music began to play. I was back on the mountain top in a flash, enjoying the view from above. As I watched the scene unfold before me, I heard one word whispered upon my heart. “Sing.”

I opened my mouth and began to sing the phrases I heard in the magic of the rain. “Come children. See the view from the mountain top. Come and be free-ee-ee-ee! Come with meeeeee! You and I will see-ee-ee-ee the world with our heart!”

As I floated back to the classroom, the room remained silent for several long moments. “Oh Anna, I’m so sorry for not believing you this morning.” Shelly said, as tears streamed down her face. I was looking for clouds, and I missed the magic that you were trying to show me. Now I see it all plain as day!”

“Class, for homework, I want you to write me a story based on what you experienced today. Keep the memory of today’s lesson deep within your hearts, children.” Ms. Smith dismissed us a couple of minutes before the bell rang for our next class.

The peace and tranquility I felt that morning has remained with me to this day. I will always close my eyes and remember the magic I found in a single drop of rain.



Writing a story inspired by a dream

This morning I had a dream that the rain caused a strange sensation to rep over me. I had to walk out in the rain, then the dream changed to a bit f music and I saw myself standing at the top of a mountain peak, as the rain slowed to a drizzle. This dream prompted a story which I will post here once I have edited it, called A Magical rain. I won’t spoil the story for you, but I can say that it has a peaceful side to it.
Many times I have been inspired to write stories, or novels, based on dreams that I’ve had. Sometimes my dreams inspire writing prompts, that I share with others, or I may tweet them, but I don’t have o see what someone has written based on my prompts, I just want to get someone’s creative juices flowing. My 2014 NaNoWriMo novel entitled The Apple Wheel, was inspired by a dreams here I was holding on to an apple shaped wheel, going round and round very slowly. I haven’t published this novel as of yet, but be looking out for it. However, I had another dream about a buggy ride that spun in circle, which gave me more inspiration.
What inspires your writing? Do you have any suggested writing prompts you’d like to share, based on dreams you’ve had in the past? Feel free to share in the comments below.
Happy writing, and God bless you all, my dear readers. Until next time, this is Ann, saying good night Y’all.


How to contact me

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Thanks so much for flying along with me on Wordpres.


Who I am, and Why I blog

Hey everybody,
My name is Ann Harrison, and I’m back to tell you a little about myself, and discuss my reasons for blogging. First of all, I know that I’ve been blogging for over two years now, but I want to give people a little bit more information about myself, and my blog in general.
The reason I blog publicly, is because putting the stuff in a personal journal that I blog about on here, is just writing this fabulous stuff in a personal journal is just sharing it with myself. I do keep a journal, for simply writing things that I need to get off my chest, and don’t belong up here. I like to write positive things up here, so let’s keep it real.
I like to blog about different things on my blog, and let me share with you a few examples. First of all, I blog for inspiration. I write inspirational essays that are led by the Holy Spirit. When I started writing this blog, I thought I could do it to make money, but that didn’t work, so I started writing spiritual essays and poems, until one day, I thought I’d share my ideas and thoughts on music in general, and environmental music and healing music in specific. Then I started writing fiction, so I did some character interviews and book reviews. To sum up this paragraph, I blog about a variety of topics, inspirational, and book related. I even included a guest post.
Would love to connect with other like minded bloggers, which has happened here and there over the course of my blog, but I would like to interact with more people, whether on my blog itself, or through other social media outlets and email. To be honest, my blog landed me a short freelance job, reviewing a site for accessibility for a fellow blogger. Now isn’t that exciting!
Now that I have told you who I am, and a little more about why I started this blog, It’s time to give you a few ways to contact me. First, as always, you can comment on this post, but I can be reached on Facebook, Twitter, and through my email. If you want to become my friend on Facebook, all you have to do is search for Ann McBryant Harrison, and leave me a message telling me how we connected, before sending me a friend request. I would love it if you would like my author Ann Harrison page as well, and comment on anything I post there, so that others may find and interact with me too. I’m also on Twitter, http://twitter.com/annwrites75 . All I ask is that you don’t send me spam, and you don’t offer to sell me Twitter followers, as I will not follow back if you do. Otherwise, I would love to engage with you. You may also email me at annwrites75, where I will keep you updated on any projects that I’ve published, or any current projects I’m working on. I will do that here too, but you will be able to share my updates with your friends via email.
Until next time, happy blogging, and God bless.