This Blog is being closed!

Hello readers! 

I have decided to transfer my writing blog to a blogger account. I will no longer be posting on here. If you’re interested in continuing to keep up with my writing updates and whatnot, you can find it all over at my new place, “Writings from the Heart”. I’d appreciate if you’d stop by and visit. Be sure to follow, too! 

Thank you for sticking with me on this blog. I will miss it for some various reasons, but I look forward to seeing everyone at my new one. Cheerio! 


A Small Tidbit From a Book….



I thought that I’d share a quick little bit from a book that I’m currently writing. This is just the rough draft, so please excuse any major mistakes. 🙂 Any help or suggestions are always appreciated!! 


It was talking that woke her.  Many voices combined to make one loud hum.  She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her.  She was lying on something flat, and hard, and there seemed to be a table to her left.  Glancing around her as she sat up, she stretched her neck and back to pull out the kinks.  There were many other tables in the large room, and people were sitting around them eating, laughing, and talking.  She blinked.  Where was she?  The room was a restaurant, she was sure of that, but how or when she got there, she couldn’t remember.  

The girl looked across the table and saw a man sitting on the other side. She jumped slightly, trying to push down the panic that began to rise. She didn’t know who he was. Something looked vaguely familiar, but she just couldn’t place him.

“Who are you?” She asked plainly, eyeing him to see if he appeared to be anything less of a gentleman.

“My name’s Jimmy Hanks.” He answered, also eyeing her.  He had dark hair, a strong chin, deep set blue eyes, and looked no older than forty.  His clothes were on the less-expensive side, but neat and orderly.

“How did I get here and why are you sitting at the same table as me?” The girl asked, slightly frustrated that the man hadn’t offered more information before.

“Well, I happened to find you a few blocks from here, dumped out on the side of the road. Looked like you were left there for the animals. So, I pulled you out, put you in my car, and brought you in here. It’s a bit cold outside, and I figured this would be the best place to come. I thought maybe some of the town folks might recognize you. Most of them have said they haven’t ever seen you before. So, I’ve been sitting here waiting for you to wake up so you could tell me who you are.”

“Oh. I, um, I…..” The girl paused and stared at Jim. She couldn’t remember her own name, or where she lived. An overwhelming fear began creeping to her stomach. Her eyes blurred for a moment and she gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling over. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her fluttering heart and nauseous stomach. She looked at the man and tried to look calm, though every fiber in her being was on the verge of popping.

“I’m Mary. I guess I must have slipped and knocked myself out.”

 “What were you doing walking around this late at night?”

“What was I doing? Well…” Her mind quickly scrambled for something. “I was out exploring the town and hooked up with a couple of kids. We hung out for a while, then I started for home.”

Jim looked as if he didn’t believe her story.

“My family and I just moved here, so we don’t really know anyone yet.”

“Hmm. Well, Mary, what’s your father’s name? Where does he work?”

The girl drew a blank and threw out a safe card instead. “I’m not allowed to give out so much personal information to strangers. Thank you for picking me up, but I had better go home now. My parents might be worrying.”

“Alright. Let me give you a lift back. It’s chilly out, and more than likely a long walk to your house.”

“Oh, it isn’t that far. I’ll be fine.” She really couldn’t have him tagging along. He’d find her out and then where would she be?

“All the same, I think your parents would appreciate it. Now, don’t argue.” He pulled out some money for his coffee, laid it on the table, and then stood and grabbed his coat and hat off of the hall tree. ‘Mary’ had no choice but to follow. If she didn’t  she’d end up giving herself away. Jim held the door open for her, then led her to his car. 

I’m rather late aren’t I?


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To anyone who saw that I was going to be posting that writing series at the beginning of June, I’m extremely sorry. I obviously didn’t do that. I am still planning on doing those, but maybe not until the end of this month/beginning of next month. I’m still waiting on a few articles from some other folks and getting mine finished. I don’t know what I was thinking, saying that I would do it in June!! 

However, just so you have something to read on here until that time, I thought I’d share a bit of a story I’ve been working on. Since this is my writing blog, It seems only fitting. 🙂  

So, enjoy this little tidbit from my short story (the same that was entered in a writing contest and won 1st place in the adult division), “Running from Disgrace”.

The wind made the rain drops splatter across her face like tiny flying rocks.  She wrapped her arms around herself and squinted her eyes to try to see further than the few feet the weather was allowing her.

“Hello?”  She called out in vain. The wind carried her words straight behind her and lost them in the growing darkness.  Looking up at the sky, she blinked hard to keep from crying.  Escaped tears joined the trails of water left on her cheeks from the rain.

She continued stumbling forward.  Her dress was heavy, soaked as it was, while her hair hung in limp dripping locks around her face. She paused for a moment, trying to catch her breath.  Hugging herself to contain some warmth, she tried to ignore the reaching fingers of the tree’s branches. They looked like hideous monsters in the dark. Each branch seemed to grow long and reach out to her, wanting to snatch her up and hurl her into the wind.  She shut her eyes to close out the image.  It was too much to bear.  At that moment she could care less if she were dead or alive.  It wouldn’t matter in a few moments anyway.  They were sure to find her.   Perhaps she would be dead by then, and her worries would be over.  She opened her eyes and looked around at the desolate forest.  It would be a lonesome place to die.

Stumbling on, she no longer felt the hunger pains.  Starving for three days made her feel nothing.  She was numb.  The past few days were a blur. She didn’t know when or if she slept.  She just kept going. It was the only way to survival, and, although death would surely be a mercy, she wanted to live.  She had done no wrong and did not want to die with her name disgraced.

As she came around a large tree, she saw a light ahead.  Blinking several times to be sure she wasn’t dreaming again, she stared at it.  There!  Movement in the window of a cabin.  Gathering every last ounce of strength, she forced each foot to move, every step a conscious effort.  Slowly, painfully, she got closer.  Trembling, she reached out to take hold of the porch rail.  She paused a moment, catching her breath, trying to slow her pounding heart.

Then, she heard it behind her.  It was that mournful cry again.  The same cry that had haunted her since she had left.  She turned slowly and stared at the image of the little girl.  A sob caught in her throat as she watched the form run away behind a tree.  It was gone.  She was gone.  The little girl vanished, just like she had in real life.  Disappeared.

She stared at the tree, willing the little girl to come back, wishing to see her face again.  Instead, three men appeared.  They saw her standing on the porch and pointed.  Closer they came.  She stared, not sure what to do.  Her mind told her to run, but her limbs refused to move. Each muscle ached at the very thought of it.  Then, the men were upon her. One reached out and gripped her arm.  As his fingers squeezed and pulled her towards him, a scream rose in her throat and escaped out her lips.  She pulled away, but suddenly a black veil slipped over her eyes. Slowly, the forest, the men, the cabin, all was lost. Gone in total darkness.  She seemed to slip through time, falling through the past months like passing through a lake of water.

Visions of past events flashed through her mind.  The sunny day when she and the little girl were playing in the meadow.  The afternoon that James had proposed.  Dreams of what she would look like in an ivory gown with lace and a creamy veil.  Her mind turned to sadder days when she was accused of the dreadful deed.  James had walked away, ashamed to have known her.  All of her hopes and dreams had been shattered.   Then, the days just seemed to meld into each other.  The running, walking, and begging for a meal.  Pitch darkness took over again, and she last all track of time. 

Some Exciting News!

I’m very excited to announce that, starting at the beginning of June, I will be starting a Writing Series on this blog! I’ve got lots of great posts to share with you. I was able to snag a couple of writing friends to have them help me out, so you won’t be hearing from just me! We’re going to walk you through the whole book writing process from start to finish. I’ve got everything on how to get an idea for a book, to getting some motivation when you feel like you want to stop, to getting it published.  I hope you will join my friends and me as we go on this little writing journey together! Let’s take the Ink Slide and maybe go on the the Pencil-Go-Round.

Now, here’s what you have to do to participate. First, spread the news! We welcome any writer out there. Whether you write books, short stories, articles, etc, you’re more than welcome.  If you are reading this and don’t happen to be a writer yourself, please go ahead and post about this on your blog, or email your friends. You never know who you might know that writes! 😉

Secondly, come and read the posts. I should be posting about two times each week (depending on the week and the articles I have stored up). So, make sure you come back and check up for new posts. Or, if it’s easier, sign up to follow by email. It’s super easy and takes just a second to do. You also might be asked to participate, so be prepared. 🙂

Thirdly, have a good time! We want everyone to read these posts and either learn from them, or at least have them bring a smile to your face. Also, comment and let us know what you thought about each post (or, answer any questions I might have asked in a post).

Now, that isn’t too difficult, is it? So, circle your calendars and be ready to check up on this blog next month!   (Also, one more quick note. I’ll be posting some ‘buttons’ that you can spread on your blogs to help keep the word out there. So, be checking back later for those!)

Spring was Here…. then it blew away


I do apologize for not keeping this blog going.  Life has been somewhat crazy around here and I haven’t had much time for blogging or writing. And, as this is not my ‘about me’ blog but my writing blog, I find that I don’t post on it as much!  Hopefully in the near future you will begin to see more posts. Mostly posts with snippets from anything I happen to be writing at the moment, or perhaps I’ll pull out my old files and find some to compare. My hopes are that my recent writing will be so much better than my old writing!

In any case, I wanted to let anyone who perhaps reads this little blog that I will be doing something very fun…. and hopefully soon! I have been planning this since last year, so I can assure you that lots of time and thought has gone into it. I hope that whoever happens to join in with us will enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed putting it together. And perhaps we’ll all learn something (like not using ‘and’ at the beginning of your sentences….;) )

I’m closing with a quote.  Winston Churchill is probably of my favorite people to find quotes from. His sarcasm is hilarious.

“This paper by its very length defends itself against the risk of being read.” — Winston Churchill

I Want to Wish You a Merry Christmas…

I know I haven’t done a lot of posting on this blog.  However, because I am keeping it limited to writing stuff, you probably won’t see lots of random, goofy posts over here.  You’d have to check out my other blog for that. 😉

However, as Christmas draws nearer (yes, only 3 days away!)  I thought that I would do a quick post wishing you all a very Merry Christmas.

Christmas is a time for people to draw together and celebrate one of the most important things of all time-Jesus’ birth.  A Majestic King was born into this world, not in a fancy room with soft linens to wrap Him up in afterwards, or fancy nursemaids to take care of him, but in a lowly cattle stall in a barn.  Yup. All that so that He could hang on a cross and die for you, to take your sins upon Himself so that you would have the chance to live with Him for forever in Heaven.

Sadly, this wonderful meaning for Christmas gets lost in the holiday rush of gifts, shopping, telling Santa what you want, etc.  It has become a self centered holiday.  Instead of finding joy in the simple reason for why we celebrate, we focus on what gifts are ours under the tree, and wonder how much we HAVE to spend on each person, or selfishly sit on Santa’s knee and tell him what to bring us.  The only reason kids are good all year round is to insure that they will be getting their gifts come Christmas time.

Instead of finding joy in GIVING to others, we focus too much on our wants. We walk past the person collecting for Salvation Army without missing a beat or feeling a twinge of guilt that we are about to spend 30 bucks on something you don’t really need, but simply want.

Christmas time is, or should be, focused on 1) Christ’s birth.  Without Him, we wouldn’t have much joy to celebrate the season any way, and hey, there wouldn’t even be a holiday.  2) Giving to others instead of wanting for ourselves. It’s time to look around and decide if you REALLY need that item, or is it a simple want.

So, as Christmas draws near, I hope that each of you will make the holiday even more special by giving of yourself and focus on the needs of others first.  Remember JOY.



Yourself.  JOY. 🙂  Neat, huh?

I wish you all a very merry CHRISTmas and may you draw closer to God this season as you celebrate with JOY!

Hello and Welcome


Welcome to No Greater Thing. I called it that because, to me, there is no greater thing than writing and giving all the Glory to God. That’s what I’m here for. 🙂

Thank you for stopping by! I hope you leave a comment to let me know that you were here. I’d love to hear from you.  I’m hoping to use this blog mostly for my writing things (sharing bits of writing, giving tips, etc).  Maybe I’ll ever let some other writers I know do a guest post!  We’ll see how it goes.  Any how, thanks for stopping by and I hope you have a great day!

Fiddlin Girl