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For A Good Cause

September 23, 2005 0 comments

I've been spending time working on the final rewrite to my essay (Behind Closed Doors). This essay will be a part of Stories of Strength. Stories of Strength is an anthology that is being put together by members of the Absolute Write Water Cooler writers forum (www.absolutewrite.com/forums). I must say that I am proud to be a member of this forum. We are a diverse online community with over four thousand members from around the world. Our anthology, Stories of Strength, will be filled with short stories, essays, and poems centering around the theme of strength. We hope to have this book available for purchase by mid-October. All proceeds from the sale of this book will go to the American Red Cross in aid of their hurricane relief efforts.

The majority of the contributors to the anthology are members. Other writers who have contributed are science fiction author Orson Scott Card, and Christian author Robin Lee Hatcher. If you like to read more about the progress of this anthology visit www.jennaglatzer.com/strength.htm.

I got to get back to work now, lots of writing to do. Until next time, never give up on your dreams, work toward them!


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Pulling Out The Old Typewriter

September 17, 2005 1 comments

I got to missing my old typewriter, and so I dug it out of the closet today. I was amazed, after so many years the thing still worked. Placing a piece of paper into the typewriter, positioning myself in my chair, and placing my fingers on the keyboard, I begin to type. Ooops...Boy that isn't even a word. Let me try this again. Wow, that didn't work either.

Let me remind you that I'm usually a pretty fair typer at 50-60 words per minute. However, I had forgotten the feel of an electric typewriter, and boy did I goof up! The computer keyboard has a different feel to it, and so when I sat down to type....well, I guess you can say I forgot how to type with a typewriter. Just going to have to practice again until I get the feel for it. It won't take long I'm sure.

Do you still have your old typewriter? Having an urge to go back to the days when typewriters was all we had to write with? Well then, go pull that old typewriter back out, you'll be amazed how much different it feels. Who knows, maybe I won't be the only one who forgot how to type on a typewriter. Post your comments and let me know if you pulled your old typewriter out, and let me know your experience.


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About Misti Sandefur

September 16, 2005 0 comments

I guess you could say I was born to write, because it has been a passion of mine since I was 8 years of age. As a Christian, I feel God has blessed me with the talent to write, so in order to show my appreciation to him, I use my writing and (when I'm financially able) the income from my God-given talent to help others. I write short stories, personal essays, articles and books with the intention that through words, I'll help, inspire and entertain many. When readers and fans send me feedback letting me know I've helped them in some way, I smile knowing that everything I did — and the time I spent doing it — was worth it. I especially enjoy helping aspiring and fellow writers learn more about the freelance writing business. Each day that I sit down to write, I look forward to sharing my knowledge and blessings with others.

As a dedicated writer, I compose articles, short stories, eBooks, print books, personal essays, Web copy, SEO content and blog posts for regional and national publications, publishers, book producers, businesses, nonprofit organizations, individuals and fellow writers who have too much on their plates and need assistance. Furthermore, I am publisher and editor of the Coffee Break for Writers e-zine.

I reside inside a small community located in Southern Illinois. My husband and I share our country home with my 20-year-old stepson, 15-year-old daughter, 13-year-old son, 12-year-old son, two ferrets, two pomeranians and a blue heeler -- all family, including our beloved pets. I also have an 18-year-old stepdaughter, but she's currently residing on a military base with her fellow Navy friends.

When I have time to spare, I enjoy playing board games with my family, church and anything to do with the great outdoors.

Through this blog you'll read more about my writing adventures and my family. In addition, I'll also share writing advice that I've learned over the years. Yep, you'll learn from my experience and mistakes. To receive updates so you don't miss a thing, subscribe to my RSS feed or via e-mail.

What readers have said about my writing:

"Entertaining... I always loved that program, but you put it so well! Good writing!" ~ Diane Cross

"I just wanted to write you and say how much I have enjoyed reading several of your articles. Thank you for the great content. Keep the great articles coming, I always look forward to reading more of your work." ~ Jeff Bauer

"Your professionalism in all your online work is impressive. I'm looking forward to updates through your fan club!" ~ Lynn Pritchett

... And what clients have said about my work:


"My partner and I hired Misti to write content on our blog, Ten Ways to Fail, to help us build keyword content and get some momentum going for our book promotion. Misti told us up front when she could start, how much it would cost and then she invoiced us each week after we approved her posts. Her articles were well written and on the money for what we needed her to do and her prices were fantastic. I’d recommend Misti to anyone needing some freelance writing on their blog or other material." ~ Phil Davis

"Misti, I've been very pleased with your writing so far, especially the amount of effort you've put into securing interviews. I think it's this kind of service which creates a very strong business. I would go so far as to say you've exceeded my expectations." ~ Chris Garrett, Teevieo


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Help From Above: Free Sample Reading

September 15, 2005 1 comments

I hope you enjoy this free sample reading of my Christian fiction novel, which is published under Misti Jackson...


Chapter 1

It was a warm Spring day in Rockford, Illinois, and the life of one man by the name of George Billington was about to change.

George didn't want to admit that he had a problem. Ronald was George's first and hardest step to make. God had warned Ronald that George was a stubborn man, and that Ronald's mission would be difficult. He also told Ronald that in order to get into heaven and earn his wings he must complete this mission that God had assigned.

As Ronald was walking down the sidewalk he noticed a man with short, black, greasy hair sitting on a bench near the One Stop Shop Liquor Store.

"Maybe that's my assignment," Ronald said to himself as strolled toward the man on the bench and took a seat next to him.

"Are you George Billington?" Ronald asked.
"Yes sir I am, why are you asking?"
"Because you're my assignment, in other words I've been sent to help you."
"Are you crazy or something?" He got up and began walking into the liquor store.

Ronald then grabbed George by the arm.

"I'm not crazy, and you getting ready to walk into that liquor store is the reason I was sent here to help you. So please, let us sit down and talk."
"I'll sit down and talk with you, but you will tell me who sent you to me, and why. I live my own life as I live it, and I don't need anyone butting in!"
"I understand that, George, and I'll explain. God sent me; I'm an angel, and in order to make it into heaven and earn my wings I must help you."
"If that's true what did you do wrong. Why can't you get into heaven right away?"
"In order to make a long story short, I will just say that I was once like you."
"Listen here, I don't need your help or God's. I am just fine, and I only do this stuff occasionally. Besides that, I do not even believe that you are an angel sent from God. There's no such thing as angels."
"Well, let me say this. You can believe the way you'd like, but I am an angel, God does care for you, and yes, you may not want to believe it, but you do have a serious problem," Ronald said to him with concern.

George turned away shaking his head. He was convulsed with laughter.

As he began to walk back into the liquor store, again Ronald blocked his way.

"Now how did you get in front of me without my noticing you?"
"I told you I'm an angel. I can do that sorda stuff. And another thing, you don't need to go in there you're already plastered enough."
"Listen here, Mr. Angel, you're not my boss, and you're definitely not going to run my life, so move out of my way!" George said.
"I won't do it. You have had too much already. So get in the car and I'll drive you home so that you can sleep this off."

George, turning around hesitantly and staggering to the car, got in. He sat there and stared out the window until they arrived at his house. By this time, George was not feeling well.

"What's the matter George?"
"I'm not sure. I think I just need a little rest."
"I believe you need more then a little. Let me help you in," Ronald offered.
"No thanks. You go on to wherever, and I'll be fine," George said pushing Ronald away.
As he started to go in he stumbled over his own feet and fell to the ground. Ronald went ahead and helped him in even though George kept refusing his help.

Soon he got George into bed, and God then called Ronald.

"You're doing good, my son. Keep up the good work and don't give up," God said.
"I'll try my best, but I'm about to give up."
"How come?"
"Because he's a very stubborn man, and he refuses to believe I'm an angel sent by you."
"I sent you on this assignment to help George. He is your job; take his stubborn streak away. Go make him into a kind man. I know it's going to be hard, but you can't give up."
"I'll do my best Father, and while I'm on earth I'll pray for your guidance."
"I'll guide you well my son, and don't forget what these addictions did to you. You sure don't want George to end up in the same situation."
"No I don't, so I'll go on Father, and I'll do your work with care."

His face took on a glow as he went back down to continue his mission for God.

Chapter 2

As Ronald was sitting outside of George's house waiting for him to get out of bed, he thought about how this new day was going to be with George. He was startled by the slam of the front door.

"Well here you are sitting on my front step. Don't you ever leave?"
"Yea, I'll go away as soon as my mission with you is complete," Ronald's voice was gentle.
"I'm really going to get tired of telling you that I don't need or want your help. Now go away!"
"I must stay here until my job is completed, and if you would cooperate with me it would be much easier for you and I both."
"Fine then come with me to the liquor store."
"No, I won't, because that is what you don't need. So let us just sit down and talk."
"Talk about what? I have nothing to talk about."
"Your family and friends, or yourself." There was silence for about a minute. Ronald then realized he said the wrong thing, and looked up toward heaven and began to pray.
"I'm sorry, George, did I say something wrong? Do you not have family or friends?"
"In a way I do and in another I don't. Friends, no, I stay to myself, and mind my own business. I have only a sister. I haven't seen her in two years, and frankly I don't worry about it."
"Maybe you ought to look her up if she's all you have left. She may be able to help you. There should be a special bond between a brother and a sister."
"You can try if you want, but I don't think she cares for me. I abandoned her when I got into drugs and alcohol. I suppose Kara still lives around here somewhere."
"I'll get started on that right now, and I'm proud of you for wanting me to try and look her up, this is a start to recovery George."
"Yeah, whatever, good luck with the search, I will wait here but I doubt you find her, and if you do I bet she won't come anyway."

With that information, Ronald began to search the streets of Rockford for Kara. He asked around to see if anyone knew her, but was not having the best of luck. It was not a very large town. Someone in it had to know her.

After an hour of searching, Ronald came upon a priest. He figured maybe this was a sign from God, and he walked up to the man and asked him if he knew Kara.

"Excuse me sir, my name is Ronald, and I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for a woman by the name of Kara Billington, you by any chance wouldn't happen to know of her would you?"
"Why yes I do. She attends my church. It may not be any of my business, but may I ask what you want with this young lady?"
"Well I'm trying to help her brother out. He is looking for her. He says it has been about two years since he last saw her."
"Oh yes, she doesn't talk about him too much. It seems to upset her. He has a drug and alcohol addiction, and got to the point that the only person he cared about was himself."
"If you take me to her to help me reunite them, I'll explain my story on the way."
"Sure come with me. She's at the church."

On their way to the church, Ronald explained to the priest how and why he was trying to help George. He even told about his being an angel. The priest believed him, and offered his help as well. Ronald accepted his offer. What better man to help than a man who preaches God's word. He was willing to take all the help for George he could get.

"Well, here's the church. Kara should be in here, let's go see if she is," he said, looking the angel over, as if he were trying to be sure of his qualifications.

"Hi there Kara, I have someone with me who would like to speak with you."
"May I ask you, father, who it is?"
"I'll let him tell you himself, but he is a very special man of God. Come on in here Ronald!" Father Gill yelled.

Ronald introduced himself to Kara, and told her why he was there, and who he was. Kara was surprised and shocked. Surprised to see an angel, and shocked to find out that her brother wanted to see her again. She was not quite sure whether she really wanted to face George after he had totally abandoned her.

Ronald sat down and talked with Kara for about an hour. He convinced her to go with him to see George. He also thought that maybe she could help too. So they hopped into Father Gill's car and went on their way. Father Gill went along too, and offered his help and moral support for Kara in case she broke down into tears.

Chapter 3

Kara was nervous. She had become much more nervous as they walked up to the door. When they walked in, George was not anywhere to be found.

"Where did he go? I left him right here," Ronald cried out in fear.
"Let's not get upset, Ronald. He's not far, I'm sure," Father Gill said.
"You're right, but I must find him before he does something wrong to make my mission even more difficult."
They all got back into the car and drove around looking for George. The first place Ronald suggested looking was down at the liquor store where he usually went. Never-the-less, they had no luck. Father Gill drove down a dark alley beside the liquor store, and there lay George on the ground beside the wall.

"Please, God, no. I've come to help my brother once again, please don't let me be too late," Kara cried.
"Now, Kara, don't blame God. Maybe he is still alive. Let's go see first before we get all hysterical," Father Gill said.

Ronald walked over toward George and shook him, but got no response. He checked to see if George had a pulse while Father Gill and Kara waited in fear for an answer from him.

"Thank God above we do have a pulse, but it's faint. We need to quickly get him to a hospital."
"OK Ronald, let's go," Father Gill replied.
"Wait one minute. I would like to say a prayer for my brother before we go."
"All right, sounds like a good idea to me. You go ahead Kara," Father Gill agreed.
As they bowed their heads Kara began, "Our Father which art in Heaven -- please watch over our brother, and help him to be well enough so that we may help him once he recovers. Amen."

Soon after Kara ended the prayer they all loaded George into the car, and drove him to Rockford Memorial Hospital for observation.

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My Writing Life

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My writing life usually begins at 9pm each night, and ends anywhere from 4am to 6am in the morning. Yes, like most other writers, I'm a true night owl. The only break I seem to actually taking from writing is on Sunday. Sunday is the Lord's day, and we're all suppose to rest on this day, so this is my day of relaxation.

I write at night because my mind works best when everyone is asleep. I shut off my television set, open up the window that is above my desk, and begin writing. The crickets chirping from outside, and the sound of my fingers typing is the only noises I hear.

If I'm not writing a book or working on a freelance assignment, then I'm on the Internet researching or talking with other writers, and reading their posts. When talking and reading other writers' posts I'm usually at Absolute Write's forum, or my group for writers, The Writers Dorm (hosted by MSN).

Writing is something I have enjoyed doing since I was eight years old. It has pretty much been a part of my entire life. I love to read too. Danielle Steel is my inspiration, and I read a lot of her books. Afterall, we all have someone we admire...don't we?

Now that you know a bit about my writing life I'd like to invite you to find out more about me, and also my works. To do that just visit me at my home on the web--
www.mistisandefur.com.

I'll let you go now, until next time, take care, and never give up on your dreams, work toward them!


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