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A is for today's thoughts, ACHIEVE!

All the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of editing on my computer.

  ABLE WOMEN, or Damsels in Distress

For the A2Z Blog Challenge, each day I collected the various versions of a story and combined the various bits and pieces into the best-written with a driving female narrative. Then framed the story, TheStoryRealm, with the corresponding letter.

I collected folktales about mighty maidens and wise women who were damsels in distress and overcame tyranny and suppression by facing social dominance, male voice. As a child and young adult, I believed males had it all. Then as yesterday, treated as a second-class person as include in these words:

--> female, second to a male;
--> lady, second to a lad;
--> women, second to the men;
--> she or her, second to he;
---> heroine, second to the hero!

Unfortunately, 'he' still leads and solves the problems and dilemmas of our world. As a girl and teenage youth pushed from the success frame because of my sex, I need a voice. So now I edit with a mature feminine voice about my concession to oppression caused by a societal norm of 'him”, as my antagonist in my loved folktales.

For fun today a story is from Aesop Fables,
The Oak and the Reeds

A magnificent Oak stood proudly by a quiet pool and, at its feet grew a cluster modest and slender reeds. Whenever a high wind blew, the tree stood firm as a mountain reaching its limbs high into the sky. The reeds could only bend and bow.
"No wind can ever make me bow my head," said the proud Oak.
"Wait and see,'" whispered the reeds as they swayed with the wind, "Wait and see."
Soon came a furious storm. The reeds were shaken and tossed in the gust this way and that way. The mighty Oak stood tall and straight, defying the storm. The wind came faster and more ferocious. At last, the Oaks roots tore from the ground; the tree fell with a crash.
After the storm passed in the morning light, the reeds stood tall. "You see!" They said softly to the falling Oak. "We bowed to the wind, and we survive. You resisted and perished."

                                                                                  

Compiled by Jerry Pinkey, Norstar, 2000, pages 80-81. 

 I face my nemesis, and I bow, bend to what once I believed.

AtoZ Challenge, CAMPNaNoWri DARE!

During the month of April 2020, with motivation from CAMPNaNoWri to compile and edit a story each day, THAT IS 27 STORIES, Humble Heros and Worthy Women, NOW CALLED DAMSELS IN DISTRESS. 

On this blog, TheStoryRealm, to post daily the character's motivation and 'why I like or dislike the tale' for the AtoZ Blog Challenge. 

When each story is ready for my satisfaction with the frame,  I will share as a PDF from google drive, view only.

This challenge is a dreadful venture or DARE for finishing my book series for Timeless Tales Retold. UPDATED!

Because of the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of writing and editing, my challenge is to collect the various versions of one story and each day during April 2020. Then to combine the various bits and pieces into my best-writing with the driving emotion for the character for her survival; and if why I like this tale.

My forever goal is to download back to Scrivener on my computer for a PDF for Amazon.com’s print-on-demand and kindle. An epub format to published on Smashword.com and with @s, ISBBs, LCCNs, and maybe audio with a video trailer.  

Power to Bobbie, go girl go!
 

Cold, Bitter FOG, ole Boneless

As a child running and playing in the mountains of Colorado, I remember the cold snow, the bitter fog, and the bite of the blowing wind. No matter if your hands had on mitten or gloves or your head was covered after awhile the cold penetrated into your clothing. If you got wet the cold was more dangerous, freezing the cloth, which made your movement tight and hard which caused you to fall into the snow and becoming more cold and stiff. I heard stories of people freezing to death. After getting dangerous cold to the point of falling asleep, I would stagger into the house.

Of course, the rule was all clothing from outside left by the door. Taking off the stiff, frozen coats, leggings, gloves, and hat was an enduring process.

Finally, inside and the feeling of warmth to fiery hot was the best. My cheeks burned. My legs and arms moved. I could think. Death did not get me.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That cold inspired the personality of Ole Fog, Boneless,

My name is Caunte, the second son of the Troll Family from the Oakgrove gardens. Because I traveled with Prince Ivan to find his wife, I am to tell this part of PURSUED, Vasalisa, the Frog Princess.

Luckily, as I tumbled from by home from the top of the arch on the bridge, the PortHole snatched me, and I plunged into the InBetween. Unluckily, the Ole Fog chased me, crawling and grabbing at my hair and clothing. The thickness of his anger blunted the colors and sounds. I concentrated on keeping my legs in front of me while arms and hands pushed the bitter Fog away from my head. His cold stung my eyes and ears. The bitter Fog turned into a wind and whipped ice around me. I covered my ears to block his howls and the freezing. My vision blurred. A long zap signaled an exit from the InBetween. With a 'blip' I bounced under bare trees covered with frost. I smashed onto the iced snow harder than a pile of stones. The hour was late, the night descended. Freezing, I hid in the shadows of the frozen trees. The intriguing beauty of snow and ice exaggerated by moonlight created a wonderland I had never witness.

You are the gift!

Stories are told for you to hear, stories written for you to read. stories acted out and filmed for you to see. You are the reason storytellers tell, authors write, and movies are made.  

May you have plenty in 2020.

Bobbie's Interview on Wattpad.com

Bobbie interviewed by Seth_Kiven, Cortlan Blakely, on wattpad.com

Wattpadian Interviews

1) What is my favorite genre to read?
My favor genre in non-fiction nature, ancient cultures, and modern places, things, and ideas. Non-fiction opens the doors to many possibilities. To balance this genre, I read traditional folktales, fairytales, and legends and myths from around the world.

2) What is my favorite genre to write?
Fantasy is my favorite because I can create a world and characters that fit a theme or premise I want to speak about or prove, and the readers enjoy the metaphors and analogies plus they can view the story through a world they created.

3)   How did I find Wattpad?
 All started out at RedBook, out of San Francisco, one of the first websites for authors to show their works, bio, etc. Of course, I was slow and my first book, Rhyonna's Fright, took a long time to write. In the meantime, RedBook (who Craigslist owned) sold the site to a Canadian company to became wattpad.com, as we know it. I came on board as an add-in, 'join or not.' So, I joined.

4) What are some of my interests outside of Wattpad.com?
My interests outside of wattpad.com. First, is my family, husband, son, daughter, their marriage partners, my grandchildren, my brother, his wife, their children, and my pets: dog Elvis, and cats Agarus and Sasha! Next is outside in the air to experience: nature, weather, gardening, walking, and just sitting and working in a garden, which is a form of my exercise. Then my friends are very important; they show what I know and where I’ve been and where I’m going.
  
5) What kind of music do I listen to?
Music, there are so many styles. Music, I think helps develop the story theme and plot. For Rhyonna’s Fright, I listened to Celtic and Irish music, which gave a faery feeling; then for the horror scenes Tangerine Orange; the lively scenes Reggae, and for flying a more flighty feeling with NewWave music.

6) What is my dream job?
My dream job is to be a famed Artist, in mixed media. My mom would not hear of me applying to an Art School as a graphic artist, which was not women’s work and would not make money. A teaching certificate was only possible. So, out went the artist and I became a teacher! I took as many art classes as I could. I lasted about 13 years as a teacher: first grade, Kindergarten, art teacher, then a home pre-school teacher. I stuffed art into whatever I taught. Creating is important in our lives and keeps balance, no matter what type.

7) Who is my role model or who would you want to be?
My role model was my sixth-grade teacher, Miss Owen; she had an art studio in the back of her room. I started reading then. Who would I be if I could, of course, the altruistic person: professional, considerate, educated, open-minded, cheery, authentic, understanding, trusting, giving value to others, famous, an authority in creativity.

8) In my opinion, what is the coolest thing in the world? (Object, Activity, Person, Place)
The coolest, finest thing in the world is physical movement: dancing, swimming, walking, skipping, hiking, climbing, sweeping, raking, walking upstairs and down, biking, not running! I wish I could fly. I do fly in my head; most of my dancing, I performed inside my imagination.


9) What's the backstory to ‘Rhyonna’s Fright’?
When I was a child in Colorado Springs, CO, I live by Fountain Creek, which is now a freeway. My brother and I with friends would swing across the creek on metal cables hung in the cottonwood trees by the workers who constructed the Golden Cycle Railroad from the mill up to Cripple Creek, CO where the gold was. The mill was on the hill up beyond the creek, now with houses sit on moving sand from the milling. At the creek, the faeries flutter with the other woodland spirits along with horses, frogs, snakes, birds and the little minions that swam there. That is where I met my faery who has traveled with me. I got her on paper after about 35 years of trying to get her to settle, which she did on a dandelion, and her name became Rhyonna.

10) Why do I like to write on Wattpad.com, and what drives you to finish?
The community talks to each other with personal comments. One wonderful place to meet all ages, all genres --> writers, all wording rough draft stories. My followers drive me to finish a book because they are interested in reading, vote and leave constructive comments, which are much different than other social media sites.

 Seth_Kiven, Cortlan Blakely, on wattpad.com
received Rhyonna’s Fright FREE from Smashwords.com  with the code, ZN72G (not case-sensitive).

Hare and the Turtle

One of my favorites fables because I think of myself like a turtle, slow and steady and somehow winning the race. The turtle in eastern countries in their ancient myths holds up the four directions of this earth. P'ngue, the first dragon of China stood on turtle's back and listened to all the stories turtle told. P'ngue gave turtles stories to us. The coastal Indians of American have a story for the 13 sections on turtle's back for the 13 moons of the year.

When I was a child in Colorado, turtles still walked the prairies, and sometimes we would catch one, of course, the snapping turtle bites. The turtles were old about a foot across. I hope the slow, careful reptiles still live on those vast plains of the midwest.

To the Pacific American, turtle carries 13 stories on her back.

HARE one day ridiculed the short feet and slow pace of the TURTLE, who replied, laughing: "Though you are as swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race." The Hare, believing her assertion impossible, accepted the proposal; and they agreed that the Fox should choose the course and fix the goal. On the day appointed for the race, the two started together. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the course. The Hare, lying down by the wayside, fell fast asleep. At last, waking up, and moving as fast as he could saw that Turtle had reached the goal, and was comfortably asleep after her success.

Slow but steady wins the race.

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Aesop's Fables, The Tortoise and the Hare, translated by George Townsend, Baronet Books, p. 5, 1954.

Thirteen Moons on Turtles's Back, Joseph Bruchac and Jonathan London, illus by Thomas Locker, The Putnam and Grosset Group, 1992. ( four stories on each side and five down the middle of the shell)

Verbal stories, Told Tales

 Bobbie Kinkead is in NaNoWriMo the word marathon for writers. I am writing out my verbal stories (Telling Tales Told, a series of folktales, legends, myths, and fairytales):  Wise Women, Love of Nature Stories, and Vishua's Lives, Spooky Tales, and Unsung Heroes. 

One story a day for a month, a big project.

During the 2019 July NaNoWriMonth, I was able to write the Humble Heroes stories and Worthy Women, and Pursed finished, which amount to 17,000 words.

In the 2020 April NaNoWriCAMP - I combine Worthy Women and Humble Heroes, in to 'DAMSELS In DISTRESS'.Twenty folktales of women who are skilled and can balance the male/female relations in writing.

Bobbie Kinkead

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