A Woman's Rise

Truth and honesty

words we believe are carved deeply in our hearts

yet if you wipe away the pooling blood

looking at the swollen words

do we really believe that we hold them dear

those words that morally question us

to be better...we need to be better

Close your eyes

look back into the past as far as you can go

think about your lessons of life

does your knowledge of the truth and honesty

of the history of your country, your life

your own adherence to those words

follow a straight path...is there not lies

Condensed into misconceptions

washed to take away the very core of our history

hung out in our line of sight

a swift breeze will dry those pages of [not really] lies

to convince your soul that it is what has always been

nothing is different, no hidden meaning or words

just what it is...what you need to see

I stutter at the morality

of the intelligent beings that carry their banner

there's nothing else but what you see

nothing that I haven't regurgitated into an assembly

that leads you down the path

with Pan and his trusty flute comforting your ears

with someone's fantasy...come sing my tune

Control of history

control of what was truth and honesty

control of the words you hear the images you digest

control of the world around you

comes in the little words strung together dishonestly

control of every part of your soul

is the history of how women rose from constant defeat.

barb

When The War Is Over - Free Download

Kindle Version of Book 3 of the Ellery Sisters

is free to download

Saturday, August 13th and Sunday, August 14th

What Is a Writer To Do?

Some writers believe the act of writing to be an art

and in a manner of speaking it is.

Anyone can string together letters, words and sentences

but few can do it with dramatic flair that draws in the reader.

I consider it a peaceful rest from work

which includes cleaning the house and other odd things.

This last weekend I went to Golden, Colorado with my husband

who is a great artist and teacher

It was the first time that I have given a demonstration

on how to make glass flowers.

I consider my glass flowers to be art but like

writing it is because I have spent a lot of years learning

to work on the torch and manipulating molten glass.

When I wasn't working on the torch with the students

I was sitting in the break room with my laptop

working on the new story...

Glass art is magical...books transport you to another world

either way I am happy.

barb

The Country Fair

HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT – THE COUNTRY FAIR

          Attention…attention!!  I have Miss Emily here at the information both and she has advised us that her two blue ribbon piglets have escaped their pen and are loose on the Fair Grounds.  If you should spot these two little guys, please advise me because she is quite concerned that they may be lost.

          Attention…attention!!  It has been now brought to my attention that Mrs. Smothers while carrying her pies into the Pie Eating Tent tanged with two little pigs falling backward where her renowned peach pies met an untenable fate.  We are now looking for two little pigs covered in peaches and pie crust.

          Wait…yes Miss Emily…what…okay the pigs’ names are Walter and Jessie.  Okay…attention the pigs are Walter and Jessie.  Now Miss Emily don’t cry.

          Attention…attention!!  We ask that everyone stay clear of the Chicken Coop while the owners attempt to catch the chickens that were set free when two little pigs, while evading capture by Mr. Froggins knocked over the center table sending the chicken crates hither and younger littering the little pigs with chicken feathers that have now stuck to the peaches.  Please let us know if you see these rascals.

          Attention…attention!!  Please make room for the ambulance that is attempting to make its way to the Blue Ribbon Tent where I have been advised that the Widow Green was knocked over by two sticky, feather covered little pigs and Mr. Froggins who was yelling unmannerly as he dove under the table knocking the widow off her walker into the table of preserves sending the pickles across the room where little Tommy Grimm was sitting waiting for his grandmother.  Mrs. Green has been mumbling that she was attacked by fat chickens that smelled like a peach tree.  We believe there are numerous causalities and ask everyone to stay out of the tent until the matter is cleaned up.

          Attention…attention!!  It has been reported that the two little pigs ran through the sheep tent during the shearing contest and after toppling several sheep and scaring the baby lambs who are running loose through the Fairgrounds as the children try to catch them.  Mr. Froggins joining in on the escapade slipped on the sheep shit landing on his back causing his prior injury to reoccur.  We need the paramedics at the sheep tent as soon as they attend to the Widow Green and little Tommy.

          Attention…attention!!  The damn pigs have been spotted slipping into the bullpen and thankfully no one has volunteered to go in after them though it has been reported that they rolled in the bullcrap and then escaped into the east field heading toward the Produce tent.  In anyone sees these rascals, please let us know immediately since Miss Emily’s mother said she is distraught with their safety.

          Attention…it has been twenty minutes since the sighting of the two pigs.  Miss Emily’s parents have had to take her home hysterical, Mr. Froggins will be in traction for an extended length of time, Mrs. Smothers is calling for a recess in judging so she can bake another pie since it was not her fault causing a fight with Miss Ribbons who hit her over the head with her cane, Widow Green has passed out from the excitement and little Tommy says he will never eat another pickle as long as he lives.  If anyone see Walter and Jessie, please feel free to take them home for a barbeque.

Barb

@ October 10, 2013

         

Free Download of The Ellery Sister Series

Today - Saturday July 30th and Sunday July 31st the first two books of the Ellery Sisters are free to download on Kindle.   John Ellery's Daughters and Secrets of the Isle.

The third book was just published, When The War Is Over, on Kindle and Amazon.

John Ellery's Daughters is about five sisters orphaned on their farm in Virginia at the beginning of the civil war and their decisions to find a new life when the war ended.

Secrets of the Isle takes the Ellery Sisters into their own adventures as the youngest deals with the killing of her husband and the mysterious inheritance he leaves her in the Isles of southern Virginia.

When The War Is Over is an indepth story of Rowland Sawyer during the last two years of the war as he deals with the wife of a friend listed as missing or captured.  His love for one of the Ellery Sisters has held him steadfast until meeting Josie Younger.

Serious Discussion on Names

My decision to start publishing my writing on Amazon/Kindle

was something that in hindsight

I should have thought about a little longer

It's not that I have hopes of becoming an overnight success

because I haven't risen to the level

of the writers I cherish and love with all my heart.

My issue at the moment is my name.

It is pronounced Sweat...lick

If you are Slovak or Eastern European you would pronounce

the "V" hard and I do both depending on my mood

but I also sign my name different ways

for no reason that makes any sense even to me

but I do.

My name...it is borrowed and not that to which I was born

I married at the young age of nineteen

so mature I was

but back in the old days a woman proudly

with glee took her husband's name

and passed that name down to her children

obviating her individual existence.

I was married from 1970 until 2009

the name was second nature to my lips and fingertips

I was used to answering "how do you say your name"

or "can I call you Barbara"

when I came to the crossroads of change

I didn't think about taking my maiden name back

because the amount of paperwork and forms to change takes

a lot of time and really what does it matter.

When I remarried in 2011

I did not take my husband's name because of the reason

I didn't go back to my maiden name

too much paperwork.

My art is under my Svetlick name

My books started out under my Svetlick name

my Website is barbarasvetlick.com

I did finally change my Facebook name

I included my new married name on my website

but can't change the address

my issue at the moment as I wait for the kiln to ramp up

is do I take the steps

the mounds of paperwork and standing in line

to change all of the titles, licenses, websites and my overall persona

to my current husband's name?
I can't go back to my maiden name because that would

include filing court papers for permission.

Does it make any difference?

Does my "Ex" care one way or the other

Does my husband now?

Maybe it is just me and maybe I should have just

created a Pen Name for my public image.

Maybe that is what I need.

Maybe I just need to feel comfortable in my own skin.

A pen name (or "nom de plume") is a pseudonym (sometimes a particular form of the real name) adopted by an author (or on the author's behalf by their publishers). Many pen names are used to conceal the author's identity.

barb

Why Do We Read

A reader in our youth

those days of simplicity of yon' years

our world at one time had no books, no written words

that fell into the hands of the people

who told tales

tall tales, colorful tales and tales

of our very history.

Why do we not champion

the inventors and thinkers who believed

that stories should be written and shared forever

encouraging those ancestors

who wanted to tell

their life for those in some future day

dusty breaking mystery.

Why do we read

some just have a yearning to explore

to travel in the minds of those who open their hearts

revealing the secrets

that lurk sweetly

waiting to whisper in your ear

so very whispery.

For every story

that finds its way onto a virgin white page

there is a reader who spends the time enjoying the day

of a story untold

characters that come alive

battling their personal weakness or championed

rich and solid as you and me.

We read

because we love the bond between you and me

the tales of things unsought

the scary, the unrequited love or pain

we read

because it makes us happy.

barb