Patrick S. Tremblay

My Friend Series

2024-01-26T14:44:00.000-08:00

My Friend Series

This is an excerpt from a book I wrote about growing up

and the people I became friends with in my neighborhood.

All the stories take place when I was still in elementary school,

and I was still a very young person.

There are 20 such stories that I have completed

and I am using an illustrator to capture my memories of the times.

Words Speak Volumes in Writing

2021-10-07T17:08:00.004-07:00

Writing, like curb appeal, is your first impression of inscribing a good story. Many readers can tell if you are lazy by using too many clichés or an absence of meaning. Readers can also see when you are unclear on your writing, by poorly executed points or difficulty in expressing literate communication. Clearly, writing one's thoughts will display an articulate and persuasive statement in writing.

The view of oneself can change with boldness and feelings of a positive outlook. When you think of an author, you will always be one. Clear thoughts on paper can be persuasive and arouse action. Write with less authority and more enjoyment to express motivation and brilliance. When writing with too much meaning or authority, an author's writings sound muffled or stagnate in thinking, which can distort one's objective in communicating what he or she is writing. The prose in writing should be clear, focused, and candid.

Though the writing is light and open, the author should still be professional, honest, and informative in the communication of one's voice and topic. Writing in fiction, non-fiction, manuscripts, and professional texts alike when writing topics of interest. If the writer's communication can reach the reader, he or she has affected the reader with interesting dialogue. This exchange of outcomes and data or interpretations and ideas should be flawless and meaningful to the reader, and not just the actions of writing that fulfill the author.

Always write to a higher level of the readers you wish to entertain. If you try to call at the level of your readers or drop writing standards, you may offend the audience that the writer is trying to impress. Understand your reader as an intellectual, knowledgeable, and fair reader. Writing like this will create interest and conversation if done correctly. Always show respect, significance to the topic, and passion, and the reader will see the writing as optimistic and valuable. The topic of interest will convey the writer's skill and enthusiasm as the subject shows volumes of understanding of the specialty.

Kenny's Turn

2021-10-07T17:05:00.000-07:00

One Sunday afternoon, Kenny was running home. It was a bright day. The kids were playing outside and there was laughter in the air. Tossing the ball around, and everyone was riding their bikes.

“I can’t wait ‘til it’s my turn!” thought Kenny.

Kenny could see the flowers and watch the leaves blowing in the sky. The fresh smell was making him happy. He ran down the path and spotted a ball on the grass.
The older boys ran by and picked up the ball and played keep-away from the other kids.

“I can’t wait ‘til it’s my turn!” whispered Kenny.

A colorful hummingbird darted past Kenny and behind him he could hear the rushing water of the creek. His tummy was making a sound too. Kenny ran up to his house and thought, “I wonder what mom is doing in the kitchen? I’ll go ask her.” Just when Kenny was about to ask his mom, his sister Cheryl ran by, and called, “Mom what are you doing?”

“I can’t wait ‘til it’s my turn!” thought Kenny disappointedly.

Kenny quietly walked into the kitchen because he did not want his sister to tease him. There was not anyone in the kitchen; the whole family must have gone into the dining room. There was a freshly baked fruit pie on the counter. “Yummy,” said Kenny. “I love pie!” suddenly, his sister Cheryl walked into the room and took the pie. Just then, Kenny heard voices laughing in the other room.

“I can’t wait ‘til it’s my turn!”

He stomped down the hall and followed the noise. Suddenly, Kenny heard his family shout, “Happy Birthday, Kenny.” His mother served Kenny an enormous piece of pie with homemade vanilla ice cream.

With a big smile, he said, “Now it’s my turn!”

Derek's Special Place

2021-10-07T16:55:00.001-07:00

Derek dashed across the street as fast as he could run. The school was out and buses rumbled by one, two, and three big yellow buses. There was a work truck thundering down Lupita Lane. Derek saw a tree-shredder buzzing through the branches and leaves on Corina Street.