“HYSRT!” or “Passion for the Rest of Us”

That’s right, Ever On Worders! …Wordians. …Wordlings. …You don’t really care, do you? Let’s revisit the point.

            Defining “HYSRT”, as set forth in a previous post o’ mine: “That’s an acronym, folks, standing in for the phrase, ‘Hey, You Should Read This!’ With a frequency yet to be determined – [I’ve settled on every time my scheduled post day falls on a Saturday] – I would like to take the time to briefly direct everyone’s attention to some blog post I’ve found somewhere and deemed worthy of sharing.”

            So, taking it back to the top: That’s right, Ever On Word-[cough, cough] – the first of HYSRT is here!

            You may have read my thoughts on passion, back in October. Now here’s another, lighter take on the subject, entitled “Finding my Passion”, as originally blogged by “justmakethecoffee”. I hope you find it beneficial. …Or, barring that, quite the chuckle. (:


Well, we’ve had our fun with reminiscence. Time, now, to turn our collective gaze “in a direction or toward a position that is ahead in space or time”.

            What’s in store for Deshipley in 2012?! …As far as life in general, I have no idea. Certainly, I have my hopes. More publications would be great – in magazines, anthologies, and of course, for my novels. I’ll probably get back to querying literary agents soon, so your prayers, well wishes, and/or hookups would be much appreciated.

          While I’m dreaming, I would also like a husband. Bums and creepers need not apply. And heck, I’ll take a cross-dimensional rift to Wilderhark, if there’s one to be had!

            Back in the realm over which I have a reasonable amount of control, what will the upcoming year mean for my blog baby, Ever On Word? Well, I’ve got some ideas…


            Talkin’ about “pictures, charts, or other presentations that appeal to the sense of sight”. Obviously, words will continue to take priority, here, same as they’ve always done. But this writer’s a visual girl, too! I enjoy the creation, or simply the viewing, of visual art. One is never too old for illustrations to go with their text! So from here on in, I’ll be keeping an eye out for apropos images to accompany my blog pieces. No promises that every single piece will have visuals, but you’ll definitely being seeing more of them around here.


            As I’ve mentioned in the past, titles don’t tend to come easily to me. I’ve hitherto kept the pressure down, around here, by limiting my blog titles to single words (barring the rare exception, like say, “Sequel 2”), and that’s been all very fine and dandy. But now that I’ve had a few months to warm up, I plan to take things a step further with a new titular formula: “Word” or “A secondary, usually explanatory title, as of a literary work”. This may ratchet up the challenge factor just a bit, but I think I’m up for it. (Or if I’m not, I’ll just leave Bruno in charge of the subtitles. That chapter title, as featured in “Title”, about the attacks of bloated frogs? That was all him. The character’s got skillz.)


            I am as yet undecided as to whether I shall “make a revision in the appearance of” this blog. To date, these lovely gradating blues and grays have been brought to you by the “Ocadia” theme. I have no quarrel with it; it was precisely what I was looking for, a third-of-a-year ago. However, I am fond of visual variety; the reason I invest in calendars over posters is that it ensures a monthly rotation of art upon my bedroom walls. If I found another theme as utterly me as is the one now in use, I could easily be persuaded to toss the old and embrace the new.

            But I desire to be sensitive to the preferences of my readership. Were I in your place, I might be dismayed at coming back to that lord among blogs I’ve been following (and oh, what bliss it’s been), only to discover that it looked all disquietingly different. So do please weigh in, readers! If the prospect of my switching themes on you makes your tummy hurt, I want to know about it! And if you’ve been thinking for months, “Minced biscuits, will this woman never lose the blankety-blank ‘Ocadia’?!”… wow, okay, you could have said something before now… You mad, bro? ( <– This link is a must-click. Best indie music video ever!)


            I may not go out knocking on people’s blogs and ask them to post pieces lovingly crafted by yours truly, but I am ever open to having such invitations extended to me. (I had a great time talking about character Q and A’s over at Andrea S. Michaels’ blog, back in November.) What’s more, it could be fun to be on the other side of things and play host to “one who is a recipient of hospitality at the home or table of another” of my own. So if anyone out there is interested in soliciting my words, or would like to organize a post swap, you’re always welcome to offer!


            That’s an acronym, folks, standing in for the phrase, “Hey, You Should Read This!” With a frequency yet to be determined – weekly or semimonthly, most likely – I would like to take the time to briefly direct everyone’s attention to some blog post I’ve found somewhere and deemed worthy of sharing. Why? Because I, for one, really love it when random people read, like, and/or share my writings, and I’m willing to bet that I’m not alone in this. (For the proof in the pudding – or rather, the blog post – read here.) But Blog Land is a very big place, and even this whole “Freshly Pressed” deal that WordPress has generously got going can only lift so many people out of obscurity. So I figure, why not jump in there and up somebody’s odds by linking them to my readers? Do unto others! Love thy fellow bloggers as thyself! You’re welcome in advance, countless happy strangers!

            And those, ladies and gentlemen, are my blog-related resolutions of sorts for the new year. Here’s to making Ever On Word, as we all move ever onward, an even more awesome place to hang in 2012 and beyond!

            Microphone on you, now: What sorts of plans have you got lined up for the year to come?


A few years ago, I wrote a short Christmas story in which (nutshell version) fifteen-year-old Al Fischer spends the holiday enthusiastically telling his family everything he loves about the Christmas season.

By purist coincidence (or not…), Al and his author have similar ideas about Christmas. And he’ll be pleased to know that I’ve decided to commemorate our mutual obsession here on Ever On Word by dedicating a series of blog posts to The Top 10 Reasons Christmas Rocks My World.

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#8: Togetherness

            Christmas, it is generally agreed, is no time of year to spend alone. People in Christmas stories and specials with no one with which to enjoy the holiday are viewed as wretched creatures indeed, and only the provision of togetherness by story’s end will satisfy. How bummed would Dr. Seuss fans have been if the reformed Grinch hadn’t participated in the Whoville feast? Would Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” have met with nearly as much perennial success had Scrooge not showed up at the Cratchit’s to pal around with Tiny Tim and the gang? If Rudolph’s heroism had not resulted in the lifting of his ban from the reindeer games, wouldn’t we be more irritated by the song than a number of us already are?

            Humans are social animals (even those of us who also harbor an antisocial side, as well as some measure of resentment about being fully human as opposed to, say, a part-elemental minstrel). We do best when we incorporate at least a little gathering “in or into a single group, mass, or place” in our lives. Perhaps, for some of us, having to deal with that every day of the year would prove unduly stressful. But what are holidays for if not to celebrate whatever the occasion is with beloved family members, or some fairly good friends, or a group of casual acquaintances you don’t necessarily want to drown in the eggnog?

            Fact is, Christmas wouldn’t be a lot of fun without someone to share it with. No one else would see all the gorgeous decorations you spent hours putting up all by your lonesome. There’d be no one to provide harmony as you sing carols while baking all the cookies that only you will ever eat. You’d have to give yourself your own presents, and put off writing yourself thank-you notes.

            Lest any of you think this is sounding depressingly like your reality, let me remind you that you have tons of togetherness options. Sure, maybe various setbacks mean that you won’t be able to head for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie this year, but you can still share your experience of the season with those beloved family members, fairly good friends, and casual acquaintances – or even total strangers, if you wish. You can post photos of that gorgeously-decorated house on Facebook. You can call in to a radio station to ask the deejay to play your favorite carol with which to sing along, and deliver a portion of those cookies you made to a soup kitchen. You can ship a gift to your friend on the other side of the country, or walk a gift down the street to surprise a neighbor. You can creep on people’s blogs and join the conversations about what everyone’s getting up to on and around December 25th.

            There is virtually no reason any of us should suffer Christmas in isolation! So don’t let your personal Christmas story end on a low note. Find your Whoville or Cratchit crib, and get your togetherness on!

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 16

Psalm 16. Psalms 40:3

            What is it about a new song

That makes me sing the louder,

That makes me sing the longer,

And never want to cease?

            What is it about a new song

Written in my own words,

Played out with my own hands

Upon piano keys?

            Is it in the creation?

In the lyrics? In the music?

In the whole of it that’s greater than

The joining of the parts?

            What is it about a new song

That you’ve urged us so to sing it,

And ever and again you’ve planted

New songs in our hearts?

            There’s something about a new song

That makes me want to share it –

That makes me want it heard by

Any and all around.

            There’s something about a new song

That captivates my mind

And fills my inner ear with

Nothing but the sound,

            Until it feels too much to keep

Inside a single person,

And I’ll have no rest until another’s

Heard the song I know.

            There’s something about a new song

That can’t be kept a secret.

Small wonder, then, you ever wish

New songs of you to grow.