tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94172252012-01-28T03:59:19.177+11:00Being better writers through sharing and learning.Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-89730677907936779952012-01-27T15:43:00.000+11:002012-01-27T15:43:08.000+11:002012-01-27T15:43:08.000+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DpM7-Nr4aDWXEVzBmUc_FLoV6eI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DpM7-Nr4aDWXEVzBmUc_FLoV6eI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DpM7-Nr4aDWXEVzBmUc_FLoV6eI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DpM7-Nr4aDWXEVzBmUc_FLoV6eI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/EwA-E1pWCFw" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing-will-i-ever-get-started-today.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-9280386635237981292012-01-22T08:55:00.002+11:002012-01-22T08:55:45.209+11:002012-01-22T08:55:45.209+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com3 My Character carries matches, a pitcher of water &amp; a hair comb. What does your character carry? What would you think of a character who carried a bag filled with syringes, dice and a hand gun?  or a character who carries watches, a watch repair toolkit and a pitch fork? or a wand, bovine hair and fairy dust? Have some fun with this one.  I'd like to see your responses in the comments <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UiLQssbBhLB4nse6LOCu5sSs-NY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UiLQssbBhLB4nse6LOCu5sSs-NY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UiLQssbBhLB4nse6LOCu5sSs-NY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UiLQssbBhLB4nse6LOCu5sSs-NY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/V1v9LiQjueA" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/name-three-things-your-character.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-11528523063618684342012-01-19T06:54:00.002+11:002012-01-19T06:54:41.374+11:002012-01-19T06:54:41.374+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tD6ME1Rvrx45ZlOHccqxnh6wIUU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tD6ME1Rvrx45ZlOHccqxnh6wIUU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tD6ME1Rvrx45ZlOHccqxnh6wIUU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tD6ME1Rvrx45ZlOHccqxnh6wIUU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/onxPn1pKDD0" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/us-government-censorship.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-18510840167692754802012-01-12T14:57:00.001+11:002012-01-12T14:57:56.111+11:002012-01-12T14:57:56.111+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1 ZAK'S SANDPIT Stuff happens in the sandpit. Remember when you were a kid? The sandpit was where stuff got done. It's where kids got down dirty and creative and not in a bad way... And it was fun! Can it happen again? Am I too old? Well, today it was where I found my muse. You know, MUSE not moose!  The sandpit is a place that Zak can come and throw around a few <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nSdGKY_hK0nQ3CSNcVH2jDjCOKI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nSdGKY_hK0nQ3CSNcVH2jDjCOKI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nSdGKY_hK0nQ3CSNcVH2jDjCOKI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nSdGKY_hK0nQ3CSNcVH2jDjCOKI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/MWBiFdI47nw" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing-zaks-sandpit-no-boys-allowed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-38720927662742225562012-01-12T14:57:00.000+11:002012-01-12T14:57:13.029+11:002012-01-12T14:57:13.029+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1The Writer's Chatroom held a topic, "Show, not tell" that, until recently I thought was gospel for writers like law,             "thou shalt show, not tell". Until I read this post... click here Then I got confused... Zak going to the sandpit to play... <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0BHWXxml3fVw8to7PoI3SdcllpA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0BHWXxml3fVw8to7PoI3SdcllpA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0BHWXxml3fVw8to7PoI3SdcllpA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0BHWXxml3fVw8to7PoI3SdcllpA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/Kf0PUK3z9V0" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/writing-case-for-telling.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-36906550962925790842012-01-11T16:21:00.001+11:002012-01-11T16:21:40.253+11:002012-01-11T16:21:40.253+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1 .  . Well, to be honest I didn’t know blog candy existed until recently. I believe blog candy is sweet yummy lollies or accolades that you get except you get them on your blog and you really can’t eat them unless you have a vivid imagination.  Luckily I can eat blog candy and I ate mine all up. Yum!  Er, it's also pretty logos and styles for your blog, I believe. Anyway I recently <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nob3fc12ud8pOBSgO7naiENaMEY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nob3fc12ud8pOBSgO7naiENaMEY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nob3fc12ud8pOBSgO7naiENaMEY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nob3fc12ud8pOBSgO7naiENaMEY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/bvTuEl8bPxk" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-blog-candy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-88434183267987497112012-01-07T11:58:00.000+11:002012-01-07T11:58:00.243+11:002012-01-07T11:58:00.243+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com3&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEP7ncpxDyjinb_wBJyPlmM0k2s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEP7ncpxDyjinb_wBJyPlmM0k2s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEP7ncpxDyjinb_wBJyPlmM0k2s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JEP7ncpxDyjinb_wBJyPlmM0k2s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/cd74fXAcVdk" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-blog-candy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-74008072829610762282011-12-01T21:35:00.001+11:002011-12-01T21:47:57.435+11:002011-12-01T21:47:57.435+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1 . . Well, I have to confess, I bombed out well and truly this year.  Well, I bombed out publicly on Blogger, anyway. I'm having so much fun writing my daily hand-written journal or morning pages, as some like to call it, that I didn't get back online to complete the Nano this year. Such is life. And, you know, I don't even feel guilty. In fact, I feel liberated and great. I love Nano, ( <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Krbf7Dros44CdD95DNZm0DY7fw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Krbf7Dros44CdD95DNZm0DY7fw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Krbf7Dros44CdD95DNZm0DY7fw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Krbf7Dros44CdD95DNZm0DY7fw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/w9113hdARPA" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/12/nanowrimo-all-over-for-another-year.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-75839071245683345672011-11-25T15:19:00.001+11:002011-11-25T15:28:53.051+11:002011-11-25T15:28:53.051+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1 .  . I thought I'd better pop by and say HELLO! I've been busily sorting out my "real life" since exams and studying for the semester are over. I tend to let some things ride while engrossed in studies and then it's like, I come out of that world back into crunching reality and realize I have a stack of things to catch up on. So, NanoWriMo got put on the back-burner too over the past seven <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mF2gava4KWis-wNHsGIQCIBv2Kg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mF2gava4KWis-wNHsGIQCIBv2Kg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mF2gava4KWis-wNHsGIQCIBv2Kg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mF2gava4KWis-wNHsGIQCIBv2Kg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/uZmF_4wMaOw" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-day-25-playing-catch-up.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-71580983635879626442011-11-18T15:31:00.000+11:002011-11-18T15:31:36.729+11:002011-11-18T15:31:36.729+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com5 . . Just when I thought it was safe to get stuck into some serious word count. It's time to go back to work. Finished exams today and hope to spend a bit more time NanoWriMo-ing but realized the kitty is a little under-nourished so I need to go to work. Darn that. :( So today I'm having a lazy one. How's your NanoWriMo going? Zak ~ lazing back on the deck (if I had one)   <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uT5fgMj6tGYDlWp1xJmgmVEaDAE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uT5fgMj6tGYDlWp1xJmgmVEaDAE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uT5fgMj6tGYDlWp1xJmgmVEaDAE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uT5fgMj6tGYDlWp1xJmgmVEaDAE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/ir454pOO9_w" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-eighteen-nanowrimo-exams-out-of-way.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-12268912922560995252011-11-17T12:35:00.000+11:002011-11-17T12:35:46.607+11:002011-11-17T12:35:46.607+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EhRvfMGngvrJ5r_77zewBxnLWMY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EhRvfMGngvrJ5r_77zewBxnLWMY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EhRvfMGngvrJ5r_77zewBxnLWMY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EhRvfMGngvrJ5r_77zewBxnLWMY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/d4aHyGKggFI" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-seventeen-nanowrimo-heat-is-on.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-56185762940797540572011-11-15T14:45:00.000+11:002011-11-15T14:45:40.937+11:002011-11-15T14:45:40.937+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 . . Because today is another struggle day with NanoWriMo, I figured I'd just stop fighting it and let the crap flow... So this is today's effort, unedited, un-everything. This is what Nano is really all about I guess. &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WSNitq3q6i-6hQwA6iX_oK7QlEI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WSNitq3q6i-6hQwA6iX_oK7QlEI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WSNitq3q6i-6hQwA6iX_oK7QlEI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WSNitq3q6i-6hQwA6iX_oK7QlEI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/8oYHHgl3qYk" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-fifteen-nanowrimo-it-doesnt-get-any.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-74042325077340063572011-11-14T14:42:00.000+11:002011-11-14T14:42:12.806+11:002011-11-14T14:42:12.806+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HZ4-_brxksyN7CARPKHWdYBc_CQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HZ4-_brxksyN7CARPKHWdYBc_CQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HZ4-_brxksyN7CARPKHWdYBc_CQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HZ4-_brxksyN7CARPKHWdYBc_CQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/isL-N09m4lg" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-fourteen-nanowrimo-daydreaming.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-67666355250543668792011-11-13T12:10:00.000+11:002011-11-13T12:10:47.329+11:002011-11-13T12:10:47.329+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nL602jshENDOyBK8uyQ5ktnEb8o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nL602jshENDOyBK8uyQ5ktnEb8o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nL602jshENDOyBK8uyQ5ktnEb8o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nL602jshENDOyBK8uyQ5ktnEb8o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/C0rRrDGEB-A" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-day-thirteen-unlucky-for-some.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-91406824395332288032011-11-11T18:28:00.000+11:002011-11-11T18:28:46.582+11:002011-11-11T18:28:46.582+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGAkb5NXmTIC9GjpVojfBnSlkNY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGAkb5NXmTIC9GjpVojfBnSlkNY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGAkb5NXmTIC9GjpVojfBnSlkNY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MGAkb5NXmTIC9GjpVojfBnSlkNY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/fBIP0x-ZFOo" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-eleven-nanowrimo-its-tough-slog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-82930261648903158882011-11-09T15:31:00.001+11:002011-11-09T15:31:20.987+11:002011-11-09T15:31:20.987+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com2&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 12.00 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0e0v4BWinoHYjFPDbd1-uend_do/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0e0v4BWinoHYjFPDbd1-uend_do/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0e0v4BWinoHYjFPDbd1-uend_do/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0e0v4BWinoHYjFPDbd1-uend_do/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/wjh5Aw14uFU" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/nanowrimo-2011-and-iu7-meteor-this.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-54857668303951219972011-11-07T09:04:00.000+11:002011-11-07T09:04:44.628+11:002011-11-07T09:04:44.628+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 NANOWRIMO 2011 AND THE IU7 METEOR Well it’s Nano time again and this year, big IN suck of breath: I’m going to complete the 50,000 words and go hell for leather all month and still manage to study for my Accounting exam - ahem. Anyway, now that I’ve got that BS off my chest. What is my novel going to be about? Well, this year I’ve chosen F for Fantasy, not F for I can’t get this F’n <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe_iNSXclbDnAgbAwFhp2RS_zyc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe_iNSXclbDnAgbAwFhp2RS_zyc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe_iNSXclbDnAgbAwFhp2RS_zyc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe_iNSXclbDnAgbAwFhp2RS_zyc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/iouP0GNkgd0" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/11/na-no-wri-mo-2011-its-on-again-and-im.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-45221604525617166132011-10-06T15:20:00.000+11:002011-10-06T15:20:03.243+11:002011-10-06T15:20:03.243+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com1 . . I'm not sure how I feel about, Steve Jobs leaving us for another reality. I guess that's shock.  Of course I feel sad for our loss and that of his family, friends and colleagues but what next? Everything else in the world is still happening, changing, evolving as it was only yesterday when Michael Jackson died or Steve Irwin or John Denver or Kurt Vonnegut or *insert any name of a dead <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZxd6X_jcKU5vpoNMXO7GCkNP3w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZxd6X_jcKU5vpoNMXO7GCkNP3w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZxd6X_jcKU5vpoNMXO7GCkNP3w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LZxd6X_jcKU5vpoNMXO7GCkNP3w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/p_tWaUaIf7Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs-leaves-cyber-land-and-earth.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-9801773270154025002011-10-05T09:07:00.000+11:002011-10-05T09:07:19.689+11:002011-10-05T09:07:19.689+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0. . This random prompt we make stuff up... Think of a noun (yep, a noun is a name of something) then think of a verb (a verb is a doing word) and then think of one random word and finally a word to do with an occupation. Now, put those words together and create a story around them. Here's my words: Noun:                                            Horse Verb: <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAfoyeeB3ofuKgQxxC3DuCVgcrE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAfoyeeB3ofuKgQxxC3DuCVgcrE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAfoyeeB3ofuKgQxxC3DuCVgcrE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EAfoyeeB3ofuKgQxxC3DuCVgcrE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/WMLD4SKrQ94" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/wickedly-random-wednesdays-writing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-63332481473716138232011-10-03T16:21:00.001+11:002011-10-05T08:54:04.092+11:002011-10-05T08:54:04.092+11:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 . When I choose a book I always intend finishing it.  I used to avoid reading books because I couldn't stomach the idea of not finishing, so I wouldn't start. These days I have an insatiable appetite for reading and chew up every last word. I have a confession though.  I prefer to take the easy route by listening to audio downloaded rather than read text. It turns out to be a great <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGY4ISYtJXpJd9GDSy3ux7hDgX4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGY4ISYtJXpJd9GDSy3ux7hDgX4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGY4ISYtJXpJd9GDSy3ux7hDgX4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGY4ISYtJXpJd9GDSy3ux7hDgX4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/KA3pPq8twE4" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-do-you-read.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-10167652584520783912011-09-13T10:51:00.000+10:002011-09-13T10:51:20.600+10:002011-09-13T10:51:20.600+10:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 . . I belong to a couple, actually, several writing groups. One thing I've noticed over my time attending, participating and running a couple of these groups is there's always a participant who writes about one thing. No matter what the topic or task set in the group she will always mold her writing around to fit that subject.    Others in the group make comments afterwards like, <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yuSoAirEaVLxZSqu6I10rLSQbe8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yuSoAirEaVLxZSqu6I10rLSQbe8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yuSoAirEaVLxZSqu6I10rLSQbe8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yuSoAirEaVLxZSqu6I10rLSQbe8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/pnSH3dMj8p0" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-just-not-there-yet.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-63461113733628086752011-09-03T09:31:00.000+10:002011-09-03T09:31:25.863+10:002011-09-03T09:31:25.863+10:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 .  . Bean studying Accounting lately, and it tends to mess with your creative side ~ BIG time. Just so others don't stumble across this same delusional state (hear me all you, Young Ones, and be afraid) as I did when I decided a couple of years back to enrol in accounting - Here it is Friday Freewrite on Saturday. The aim of Friday Freewrite is to extend your writing <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SQz2S2tmIHGKmLkV09NdWd_vjs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SQz2S2tmIHGKmLkV09NdWd_vjs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SQz2S2tmIHGKmLkV09NdWd_vjs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2SQz2S2tmIHGKmLkV09NdWd_vjs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/gBZMBdIXx-Q" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/09/heres-late-friday-early-saturday.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-82303140701019194222011-08-27T07:19:00.000+10:002011-08-27T07:19:53.846+10:002011-08-27T07:19:53.846+10:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h0FxHF9tHfn-Z0c-QXfBaTVVNT0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h0FxHF9tHfn-Z0c-QXfBaTVVNT0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h0FxHF9tHfn-Z0c-QXfBaTVVNT0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h0FxHF9tHfn-Z0c-QXfBaTVVNT0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/vd1ceJlKBHU" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-must-stay-drunk-on-writing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-53109656752156548122011-07-29T16:37:00.000+10:002011-07-29T16:37:37.367+10:002011-07-29T16:37:37.367+10:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 When I choose a book to read I always intend finishing it.  I used to avoid reading a book because I couldn't stomach the idea I'd probably not finish it, so I wouldn't start. Silly, I know. These days I have an insatiable appetite for reading and I chew up every last detail of a book.  I listen to audio rather than read text because I have this tendency to get sore eyes and fall <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zn_ogsXqjYC3zZqz02iVhfCerO8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zn_ogsXqjYC3zZqz02iVhfCerO8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zn_ogsXqjYC3zZqz02iVhfCerO8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zn_ogsXqjYC3zZqz02iVhfCerO8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/YY-CACfPF4U" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/07/zakgirl-on-reading.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9417225.post-62224452781232330962011-07-06T08:25:00.000+10:002011-07-06T08:25:08.396+10:002011-07-06T08:25:08.396+10:00Zakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17006301198276690480noreply@blogger.com0 If you struggle to get your thoughts written try today's prompt:  Write anything using this word:    CANDLE Set a timer for ten minutes and write. Don't worry about it. Don't think about it. Just write! No editing. No going back to correct typos.If you can't think of anything to write then write how frustrating that feels.We are all here to learn and share, so enjoy.  For those who <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yTCWkydsvSIjNsR7rQsmx1s2j8Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yTCWkydsvSIjNsR7rQsmx1s2j8Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yTCWkydsvSIjNsR7rQsmx1s2j8Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yTCWkydsvSIjNsR7rQsmx1s2j8Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ZakgirlOn/~4/b9cxxIdBpTc" height="1" width="1"/>http://santaisreal.blogspot.com/2011/07/wickedly-random-wednesdays-writing.html