As Inspired by a Writing Prompt: My Favorite Childhood Halloween Costume

When I was in high school, out of all the halloween costumes I wore, my favorite one was my Little Red Riding Hood costume. I had a dress, and a cape with a red hood. I even had my ow little wicker basked to go with it. Some of my teachers even put candy or special treats in my basket at the end of classes for that day.
This costume was store bought, and I was with m mother when she got it at Wal-mart. It felt interesting to wear this costume, and walk around the school as Little Red Riding Hood. Mrs. Bell, the librarian at the time noticed my costumed, and called other teachers and students over to where I sat while I was either doing research or doing something, I can’t remember what. I remember she said, “Hey look everybody, Little Red Riding Hood is in the library with us today!” That made me feel very special, because for a moment I could be someone other than myself. For that halloween, I stepped into the shoes ofone of my favorite storybook characters from my childhood. The best thing of all? The big bad wolf was no where in sight.
The one thing that I didn’t like about this costume, was that the dress was a little shorter than I would have liked. I had no idea, until I was trying to block a scene for a play we were practicing for drama class at the time. I went to do a specific jump and my history/drama teacher called me over to her desk and told me that I needed to be careful or I would wind up “taking everybody’s picture”. Needless to say, I didn’t do that jump that day. This was on a friday, if I remember correctly, and I was going home for the weekend, so I could get out of the costume, thus ridding myself of any unpleasant incidents.
Unfortunately I don’t have a photo to show you, but by my words, I hope I painted the picture clearly. I wore the cape around my shoulders, and the hood held it in place for me. This post was inspired by a writing prompt in the Writer magazine, so I thought I would share my story in honor of halloween.
Now it’s your turn, I will will paste the prompt at the bottom of this poste, and I’d love to hear your stories. Feel free to leave your favorite halloween costume stories in the comments below, or share them on your blogs, with a backlink to this post, so others can see what inspired your own personal essays. The writing prompt is below. Happy writing, reading, and sharing, and have a blessed evening, morning, or whatever time of day it is in your part of the world.

Writing prompt: dress up. Find a photo of your favorite childhood Halloween costume and try to re-create that moment on the page. How did you choose your costume? Was it handmade, store bought, or coupled together from items lying around the house? How did you feel the moment you put it on? Did assuming another identity change your behavior, your mindset, or your mood?? How did others react to your costume?


Chasing dreams, or being chased in your dreams? A writing promt and an interesting point to ponder

I am listening to a book and crocheting, when an interisting though comes to mind.
Actually, these two words are stuck in the forefront of my brain, “chasing dreams”. I start to think about two ideas that come to mind with these words. Are we chasing dreams, are are we being chased in our dreams?
To be honest, I have done both, and I’m still following my calling and chasing my dream of becoming a professional writer, as well as a Christian Fiction author. Although i have had writer’s block, these two words keep jumping out at me. What will they lead to? I have no idea.
Here’s my question to you, have you ever had a set of words or a scene or anything little tidbid pop into your head, and you don’t know what to do with this little nugget of writing creativity on a late night or during the day? If so, leave your thoughts in the comments below. Who knows, we may inspire each other this NaNoWriMo season. By the way I will keep you updated on my progross while i write my project called musings. happy reading, writing, and thanks for letting me invade your space on this early Saturday Morning in late October.


Drink a hot beverage, read a good book, and relax on this nice fall evening

A Relaxing Cup of Coffee on a Cool Evening

Have you ever just wanted a hot drink, simply because the weather was right, and you were in a relaxed mood? That actually happened to me. Give me a few moments to explain what I mean.
Earlier this afternoon, I was relaxing with a good audio book of classic tales of terror and the supernatural, and working on an afghan to place on the couch for any guests that visit us, when I got to thinking of having a hot beverage to go with my dinner. At first I was wanting hot chocolate, but I don’t have that at the moment, so I thought about making a hot cup of tea. However, my husband had coffee made, so I settled for a hot cup of coffee and a good hot meal to go with it.
If you’re wondering about my reasoning behind this decision, well, here it is in a nutshell. It’s a cool autumn evening before Halloween and even though I settled for a cup of coffee, I had a feeling that a hot beverage would relax me and open my mind for reading and inspiration. Will I be up writing tonight? Only time will tell.
A Hot Beverage and a Good Book

Let’s change the subject a bit. Some of you may have heard the saying “coffee and a movie”, but I’d prefer coffee and a good book. Personally I have made a cup of coffee either in my mother’s coffee pot, or by using her Keurig, and sitting in the comfortable chair and listening to a book and sipping on my coffee. In the winter, I like to drink Peppermint tea, for several reasons, one of which is because it stimulates the mind. FYI, it also opens up your sinuses when you have a cold or suffer from seasonal allergies, as I sometimes do. It can also warm a body up on a cold night.

Classic or Modern Literature

Now, let’s turn to the second part of this post, which is the topic of books. I have a question that I posted on one of my social media channels, and I want to pose the question to you, my dear readers and followers in the blogosphere. Do you prefer to read classic or modern literature? Some people may have a different definition for the word literature. By this I simply mean the wonderful classics like Dickens, O Henry, Henry James, Nathaniel Hawthorn and others, or novels set in a historical time period. Although these novels may have been recently published, they can be considered classics as well. Authors like Georgette Heyer were classified in the classical authors category by a recent essays, who talked about a variety of novels, travel books, histories, and other genres, and I tend to agree with him. Not all books published before the twentieth century are so-called literature, whereas all mother historical fiction doesn’t fall under the classic genre. It’s all in how you look at these titles.
For me, it depends on my mood, and what’s on my bucket list to read at any given time. Sometimes I like classic fiction, and sometimes I like modern fiction, but it depends on the book, and the content.

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Now that I’ve given you my opinion about the literature I like, so now I will ask the question once again in closing, and I’d like to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Which do you prefer, classic or modern literature, be it fiction or nonfiction, and what do you consider to be classified as classic and modern literature?

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Meet the author: Blaque Diamond

It is my pleasure to introduce my guest author Blaque Diamond. She has kindly asked me to share the following poem with you. Her bio and website follow the powem. Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below, or contact her via her website.
Without further ado, Please make welcome, Blaque Diamond!

Forever Angel
By: Blaque Diamond

You are no longer here with me
But in my heart you will always be
My love for you will never change
Even though my memories are all that remain

The times we spent together
Will last in my thoughts forever
I miss you each and every day
But I know you are in a better place

Your memory will never die
Even as the months and years go by
It hurts sometimes when I think of you
Because I think of all the things we used to do

It brings tears to my eyes
And I have to question why
Did you have to leave so soon
When so many people were loving you

I know it’s god’s plan
But sometimes I just don’t understand
Why my heart aches so much
And I yearn for your gentle touch

You are now resting in peace
Your pain on earth has ceased
Gone but not forgotten you are
Because you will always live in my heart

Even though I wish you could’ve stayed
I would not have wanted your suffering delayed
So go now and embark on your new journey
As you enter the gates, oh so pearly

I trust that we will meet again
So we can continue where we left off when
God called home his oh so faithful
Heaven just welcomed a forever angel

Contemporary African-American fiction author and poet Blaque Diamond is a reader first, then an author. Her love of reading blossomed into her love of writing. Encouraged by her fifth-grade teacher at the age of eleven to explore and enhance her skills, Blaque diamond immersed herself in creative writing classes. She began with poetry, which then veered to other genres of writing. She has written off and on for many years, but she is now pursuing writing as a career, and not just as a hobby. Her many works includes publications in anthologies, online magazines, and her own book publications. Aside from reading and writing, Blaque Diamond enjoys shopping, listening to music, traveling, and spending time with loved ones.

To find out more about Blaque Diamond and her published works, visit her website at:


There you can see all of her published works, see up-coming events, enter into contests, check out her blog, and so much more.

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The children in my life, a cherished blessing from heaven

As much as I love my parents, my husband, and everyone else in my family, the five blessings in my life that I want to talk about today are my daughter and my three nieces and my nephew.
First of all, I’d like to tell you about my daughter Sharen, the miracle baby that I had nearly nine years ago. Although she spends a majority of her time with her father. She goes to school near her home, and she has her friends and visits with her cousins on her dad’s side of the family. However, when she’s with me, we have a wonderful time together, even though she sometimes drives me insane. Since I got remarried back in May, she has gotten to know her step cousins on my husband’s side of the family. She loves hanging out with Mathew when they spend the weekends together. She also loves talking to my nieces and nephew on facetime. Sharen will always be my baby, no matter how old she and I get. I’m so proud of my little girl who is growing up way too fast.
My oldest Niece Charolette (pronounced Charlotte), is almost ten. Although I wasn’t able to be with her much when she was a baby, when my ex-husband and I separated back in March of 2010, it took a while for her to get to know me, but once she did, she’s never looked back since. When I see her, she likes for me to play games with her and Sharen or with her and my nephew out on the porch. Although she can get an attitude sometimes, she and my daughter are so close in age, that although they fight, they are still as close as sisters.
My four-year-old nephew Nathan is all boy. One thing I remember after he was borne was quite funny. I would hold Nathan and my daughter Sharen would stand beside the chair where I sat and would hold his feet. I thought that was cute at the time. As he grew older, he wanted to play little children’s games with me. He still does sometimes, but there are times when he wants to go off and do his own thing and play with his trucks and tractors and other toys. He just started school this year, and he says that he likes it, because he has other kids to play with. I love that little boy, and he makes me proud too.
Now I want to introduce you to the twins. Two years old and different as night and day. Madalynn was borne first I believe, though I never can keep the actual order of their births straight, nor their middle names. I think her name is Madalyn Jane, but don’t quote me on that. She’s talkative, but she was the one to try to stand up first. Olivia June, on the other hand, was the noisy one. She has a high pitched voice, and when she yells, she can shriek! I just noticed when I went to visit my family with my daughter this weekend that Olivia loves to sing. I think she will be a soprano when she grows up, and if Madalynn does sing, she may wind up being an alto, but you just never know.
There’s one more child, or should I say teenager, that became a part of my life when my husband Michael and I got married. Well, let me say that he became a part of my life even before that. Meet Mathew, my nephew by marriage. He’s nearly fourteen, and although he loves to irritate me, just like his uncle, they are more like twins, just a generation apart. The good thing is that he and Sharen get along really well, and he does help clean up when he’s are the apartment.
Thanks for allowing me to take this brief moment to introduce the children that are near and dear to my heart. Happy reading, writing and blogging, and I hope you enjoy this year’s cherished blog fest as much as I will. Blessings and stay inspired.