“…then you are a writer”

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“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.” ― Ernest Hemingway

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE ANDREWS WITH LOVE the secret keeper/jkm

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE ANDREWS WITH LOVE

the secret keeper/jennifer kiley OCTOBER 1ST

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This Show Made Me Fall In Love with Julie Andrews

I Have Loved Her Ever Since

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Julie & Carol at Carnegie Hall

Make yourself comfortable in whatever way it does it for you
Let yourself evolve into the show & celebration of Julie Andrews Birthday

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Darling Lili 1970


Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett At Carnegie Hall – You’re So London


Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett At Carnegie Hall – History of Musical Comedies


Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett At Carnegie Hall – The Pratt Family Singers


Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett At Carnegie Hall – From Big D

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ONCE AGAIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE ANDREWS
THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUING TO ENTERTAIN US
AND YOUR SPREADING THE LOVE

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Audrey Hepburn [Nominated for My Fair Lady] and Julie Andrews [Oscar for Mary Poppins]

AND TO CAROL BURNETT FOR ALWAYS BEING THE PERFECT PARTNER THROUGHOUT THE YEARS <3 jkm

 

“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film

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“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created 4/20/2014 April
Posted on Friday 15th August 2014
I <3 SHORT FILMS

SPECTACULAR.
A TREAT.
AS A PERSON ABOVE THE AGE OF A CHILD
I LOVE STORIES.
I LOVE TO HAVE STORIES
TOLD TO ME.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO MYSELF.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO MY ANIMALS.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO GHOSTS.
I LOVE TO TELL STORIES
TO OTHER BEINGS
WHO INHABIT THE EARTH.

STORIES ARE WONDERFUL.
EXCITING TO HEAR.
EXCITING TO SEE.
THE CREATION OF FILM
WAS AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS
INVENTION.
TO BE ABLE
TO CREATE STORIES
AND PLACE THEM
ONTO A MEMORY.
A MEMORY
THAT CAN BE SHARED
OVER AND OVER.
FILLING THE VIEWER
WITH ENJOYMENT
SATISFACTION
TEARS
REFLECTIONS
REALIZATIONS
TRUTHS
FANTASIES
REALITIES
ALL AND NOTHING
ENJOYABLE VISIONS
MEANING OR
NO SPECIFIC MEANING
BEAUTY
VISIONS
SYMBOLS
SPEAKING IN CRYPTIC
UNDERSTANDING

READ
WRITE THE WORDS
AS SOON AS YOU SEE THEM
HEAR THEM
SAY THEM
KNOW THEM
UNDERSTAND THEM

MOVING FEELINGS
GENERATED FROM
A FANTASY STORY
THAT AWAKENS MEMORIES
OF DREAMS
FROM A MISTY CHILDHOOD
WITHOUT CLARITY

BRILLIANT SHORT FILM
OF HIGH QUALITY
LOVE THE CHILD ELOISE
A MUST SEE FILM
FOR CHILDREN
AND ESPECIALLY
THOSE CHILDREN
STUCK IN ADULT
SHAPED BODIES

LET US OUT
GET INTO THE UNFOLDING
OF THE MAGIC

YOU WILL LOVE THIS FILM
IF YOU ARE A CHILD
WHO BELIEVES IN LOVE
AND HAPPILY EVER
BEFORE MIDDLE
AND AFTER ALL

A MOMENT
SOME PLACE IN TIME
A ROUGH CARD
GETS SLIPPED
INTO THE DECK

SOMEONE SORTS
THE TAROT WRONG
AND THERE IT IS
UPSIDE DOWN CARDS
SENDING
AN AWKWARD INFUSION
OF NEGATIVITY

INTO THE MIDST
OF THE COURSE
OF OCEAN WAVES
CRASHING
INTO THE SAND
PULLING IT OUT
MIXING IT ALL UP

CHANGE AIR
CHANGE SAND
CHANGE TIME
AS THE SAND TUMBLES
INTO THE LOWER HALF
OF AN HOUR GLASS

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN AN INTELLIGENT CHILD
TAKES PAINTS
AND DESIGNS THEM
INTO WHAT THE CHILD SEES
AS SOMETHING SPECIAL
AND HAS A SPECIALNESS
AROUND WHAT IT SPECIFIES
AS ITS IDENTITY
OR ABSTRACT CONFUSION

BUT ONLY CONFUSING
FOR THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE
THE FEELING OF LETTING
THEIR MIND HAVE FREEDOM
TO EXPRESS ITSELF
WITHOUT EXCEPTION
OR INTERRUPTION
OR GUIDANCE TOWARD
A PRE-DETERMINED DESTINATION
FREEDOM
NO BOUNDARIES
BETWEEN MIND & DOING
PREJUDICE IS CAUSED
BY LOSS OF FAERY DUST
ONE SPRINKLE ALL IS CURED
BUT DO THOSE
WHO HATE DIFFERENCE
WANT TO CHANGE
OR HAVE
FAERY DUST TOUCH THEM?
AND THE WORLD
CONTINUES FOR NOW

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“Mrs. Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film – 26min. 9sec.

BEST VIEWED FULL SCREEN IN HD WITH SOUND TURNED UP…

“Mrs Peppercorn’s Magical Reading Room” – A Short Film. BRILLIANT!!! It Gets 5 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 out of 5 <3 s

Multi Award Winning short film by writer/director Mike Le Han. mrspeppercornthemovie.co.uk

A magical/fantasy short film set in a remote Cornish fishing village. Eloise a nine year old adopted girl takes solace in her books when she moves to the creepy village of Black Lake, until she meets Mrs Peppercorn the bookshop owner who was said to have been dead for over nine years.

Read what Variety had to say about the film variety.com/article/VR1118035497?refCatId=13

Director: Mike Le Han,
Director Of Photography: Stephen Murphy,
Writers: Helen Le Han & Mike Le Han,
Production Designer: Helen Le Han

Editor: Mark Talbot Butler,
Composer: Kevin Kliesch,
VFX Supervisor: Ben Haworth,
Sound Supervisor: Alex Joseph

Special Edition: Maya Angelou R.I.P.

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Maya Angelou R.I.P.

Special Edition

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Wednesday 28th May 2014

 

Poet, author Maya Angelou dies at 86

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Hillel Italie
May 28, 2014
Filed 03:59 PM EST

NEW YORK (AP) — Maya Angelou, a modern Renaissance woman who survived the harshest of childhoods to become a force on stage, screen, the printed page and the inaugural dais, died Wednesday, her son said. She was 86.

Angelou’s son, Guy B. Johnson, said the writer died at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had been a professor of American studies at Wake Forest University since 1982.

Tall and regal, with a deep, majestic voice, Angelou defied all probability and category, becoming one of the first black women to enjoy mainstream success as an author and thriving in virtually every artistic medium. The young single mother who worked at strip clubs to earn a living later wrote and recited the most popular presidential inaugural poem in history. The childhood victim of rape wrote a million-selling memoir, befriended Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela and the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., and performed on stages around the world.

An actress, singer and dancer in the 1950s and 1960s, she broke through as an author in 1969 with “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” which became standard (and occasionally censored) reading, and was the first of a multipart autobiography that continued through the decades. In 1993, she was a sensation reading her cautiously hopeful “On the Pulse of the Morning” at President Bill Clinton’s first inauguration. Her confident performance openly delighted Clinton and made the poem a best-seller, if not a critical favorite.

FOR COMPLETE ARTICLE GO TO THIS LINK ON HUFFPOST

The Following Video is Maya Angelou speaking for herself.

Here, I Give You, Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou [Director’s Cut] – Cole Haan

A Writer’s Diary: Virginia Woolf — Part #2

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Virginia Woolf — Part #2
Excerpts from Virginia Woolf
Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created DATE 2014
Posted Sunday 9th March 2014
A WRITER’S DIARY

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Virginia Woolf

A Writer’s Diary 
Virginia Woolf – Part #2

Leonard Woolf
Virginia’s husband
Writes
In the introduction
To
A Writer’s Diary

The diary is too personal
To be published as a whole
During the lifetime
Of many people
Referred to in it.

It is
I think
Nearly always a mistake
To publish extracts
From diaries or letters

Particularly
If the omissions
Have to be made
In order to protect
The feelings
Or reputations
Of the living.

The omissions
Almost always distort
Or conceal
The true character
Of the diarist
Or letter-writer

And produce
Spiritually
What an Academy picture
Does materially

Smoothing out
The wrinkles
Warts
Frowns
And asperities.

At the best
And even unexpurgated
Diaries give a distorted
Or one-sided portrait
Of the writer

Because

As Virginia Woolf
Herself remarks

Somewhere
In these diaries

One gets
Into the habit
Of recording
One particular
Kind of mood

Irritation
Or misery,
Say

And of not
Writing one’s diary
When one is feeling
The opposite.

The portrait is
Therefore
From the start
Unbalanced

And
If someone
Then deliberately
Removes
Another characteristic

It may well
Become
A mere
Caricature.

— Leonard Woolf
[Virginia’s Husband]

Virginia Woolf's Monk's House Garden

Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s House Garden

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Virginia Woolf


Erik Satie: Gnossienne No. 1, 2, 3

Editor’s Corner 101.37: All Good Things….

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Editor’s Corner 101.37
All Good Things….
Written by Shawn MacKenzie
Originally Posted on MacKenzie’s Dragonsnest in 2013

Reposted on ‘the secret keeper’
Monday 3rd February 2014

101.37

All Good Things….

There’s a trick to the ‘graceful exit.’
It begins with the vision to recognize when a job,
a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go.
…Ellen Goodman

Scribe smallStories, films, lives – all things come to a close. Sometimes neatly, sometimes not. And so, after nine months, I am bringing the Editor’s Corner to what I hope is a neat and graceful end.

Over the past thirty-seven weeks, we have covered topic both minute and sweeping, and yet, in the end, I find it fitting to return to the beginning. To our words.

I originally wrote the following back in March of this year as a guest piece for Karen Sanderson’s blog. I now amend, update, and present it to you as my parting thoughts. My thanks to Niamh and Plum Tree for this forum, and to all who have traveled with me on this writer’s journey. Enjoy.

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You Are Your Words

We humans are creatures of custom. It frames our existence and structures our lives. In the course of my daily custom, once I begin to feel the dream-webs lift from my mind, I brew a fresh pot of tea, play with the kittens, and allow my thoughts to mosey along paths both cosmological and mundane, reasoned and stochastic. The other day, I started thinking about words.

Magical, mystical, wickedly creative, oh, the glorious power of words and we who wield them.

“In the beginning was the Word…and the Word was God.”

This is not just a Judeo-Christian notion. The Popol Vuh – Mayan Book of Creation – speaks of how Sovereign Plumed Serpent (who later became Quetzlcoatl) and Heart of Sky came together at the beginning of time:

“…And then came his [Heart of Sky’s] word, he came to Sovereign Plumed Serpent, here in the blackness, in the early dawn…. they joined their words, their thoughts….And then the earth arose because of them, it was simply their word that brought it forth….”

Quetzlcoatl - Vampire Princess

Quetzlcoatl by Vampire Princess

Now this notion (naturally) draws me down a whimsically syllogistic rabbit hole: The Word is divine; the divine create with words. Writers create with words; writers are divine.

Hey, makes sense to me.

Ok, we writers may not be divine, but we do cloak ourselves in Creator’s motley as comfortably as jeans and broadcloth. Mind blowing for gods to shape the universe in the round of a word, yet that’s what we do every day. Out of the chaos of random thought, the void of the blank page, we create whole worlds and the beings who live in them. Earthsea, Darkover, Yoknapatawpha County, OZ and East Egg, Wonderland and Wessex – the list of literary terrae nova are legion. Even places we think we know, like Richard Wright’s Chicago or Edith Wharton’s New York, are, in authorial hands, transformed into alien landscapes ripe for exploration.

Wizard of Earthsea - Torture Device

Wizard of Earthsea by Torture Device

And so we string one word after another, counting our hours from phrase to sentence to paragraph to tome. We weave tales of myth and wonder and supernal genesis. For words are creative. With them we name things and by naming them bring them into being. They are active, breathing life into those named things, making them romp and fly and do handsprings through the treetops. They are descriptive, coloring and shaping the world that it might be recognized and marveled at in all its beauty and strangeness. And that is without even touching upon the mind and heart, the emotional power of words. The power that reaches out across our inherent aloneness and makes people feel and think and remember, even change their lives. For words are lash and cradle, warming spark and unholy conflagration. They heal and nurture, wound and kill.

Complex stuff. God stuff.

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Sue Blackwell book sculpture

Which brings me to a story. More memoir than fancy (though there are tangential Dragons); just a little something I thought I’d share.

Two years ago, my book, The Dragon Keeper’s Handbook, was making its way into print. In anticipation of this event, my publisher invited me to the Book Expo of America in New York. Sign some ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies), generate book buzz, and spend two days in Gotham with all stripe of book folk – authors, publishers, agents, librarians. Commercialism be damned, for a writer, what could be more delicious?

Not to mention the swag!

A convention neophyte, I was quite unprepared for the booty laid out like Smaug’s hoard, just there for the taking. From simple promotional bookmarks and house totes, to signed copies of the year’s (hopefully) hottest titles, one was limited only by one’s interests, greed, and in the case of acquiring a major author’s John (or Jane) Hancock, no small amount of stamina. Even though I was hobbling about on a broken leg at the time, I returned home with several bags – now weekly filled with groceries – and a far from shabby passel of books. For all that, my favorite BEA keepsake was from the folks at the American Heritage Dictionary of English Language: a modest white 6” x 4” oval magnet, adorned in black Arial with the deceptively simple gnome: You Are Your Words.

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Every morning since, I rub the sleep from my eyes and focus on this reminder of how I am defined by the words in my life. They are my tools, my paint and canvas, soil and seeds. I shape them, play with them, with luck make them croon like an armadillo and pirouette on the wings of a damselfly. They represent me to the world, my ideas and dreams. Whether tripping across page or tongue, they have consequences, so I must choose them with care. They are my children sent into the world, and I am responsible for them, in all their beauty or ugliness.

I am my words; my words are me.

As logophile, whimsical scribe, exacting editor, wielder of words.

As a writer.

I give you my word.

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Happy Holidays, my friends.
Write well.

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