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Saturday, August 11, 2018

Take Me Out To The Ball Game, Good News, Bad News


Batter up!

Last night Team K played Team W. It was the last game of the season. Along with favorite muse, TheE, I was there. Together we rooted for Team K and grandson H and favorite son, Coach G.

We got to see H bat in a run, score one for the team, and pitch.

Good news is Team K won, 15-11.

Bad news is H got hit in the face with the ball.

Good news is H is okay.

I snapped a few photos. Here they are:


Coach G coaching first base runner to second base.

Pitcher H readying a pitch.


Good news is H will be okay.


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me,
your book is yet to be.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Happy Sunday, August, Gratitude

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Happy Sunday!

Outside my window this Sunday morning is favorite tree-lined blackwalk (sic), edged in painted yellow lines and assorted parked sedans city view. The air is thick with August high heat and humidity. Last night my favorite grandson H hit an in-the-park homerun at his Little League game. H is my only grandson. He plays catcher position, and seeing him hit a home-run makes me one proud prouder proudest grandma. Ever! I am not only proud of H's athletic talent, but more because he breathes. Now that's something special. And I am especially grateful for that.

It's a new day. In a short while, I will get busy creating and completing special tasks to move my latest project forward. If the air isn't too thick outdoors, I will take my favorite muse E for a small walk. Just stopping by to wish readers, all three of you, a Happy Sunday and to express my gratitude for your stopping by.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me,
your book is yet to be.


Writer's Quote:

Life is lived in short stories; we live in moments. --Unknown

Writing Tip:

There are three steps to a new writing story:

1. Idea--Find one, then research, outline.

2. Rough draft. Just get the words down. Put your pen to paper and Let your pen go--write like the wind!

3. Revise. Revise. Revise.

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Happy Tuesday, Lime Bike, Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.



I took a walk today, discovered one of those Lime bikes parked on the avenue. My sense of adventure kicked in and you guessed it, I opened the app on my cell phone, clicked on the bike I.D., and next thing I know, I'm peddling North Broadway, and snapping a few photos along the way.

Eyewitness News, abc 7 truck was parked in a nearby parking lot. I have no idea why that truck was there, but I couldn't resist snagging a shot of that snazzy blue vehicle. So I snapped. A photo, that is.

The sun was bright and there was little breeze, but I kept peddling working at getting my heart rate up and exercising tired muscles. Why not? It's a Tuesday, and most definitely it is a beautiful day in the neighborhood. 

I headed south, and a few blocks later I came upon a newly-downed tree. Feeling sad for the mighty old oak, I snapped a few photos of its demise, the whole time wondering about its age, the stories it would tell if it could talk, and the added reminder in this great universe, nothing is forever, not even a mighty oak tree.  






Alas, my bones are aching, a reminder it's time to park Mr. Green Bike and be on my way.

Have a great Tuesday, and just remember to write. Something. Anything. Go ahead, I dare you.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me,
your book is yet to be.


Always take time to stop and smell the flowers.--TheE

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Hello

We talked about old times. And when dinner was over, we hated to say goodbye.


I'm back. Yes, I know, I haven't written for awhile, but sometimes life gets in the way. I realize only seven people, maybe, read my blog, so to all the seven readers out there, thank you for stopping by and for reading me.

A lot has transpired since my last post. I published A Gift of Love, I signed a few books, and I wrote and dated. And I got rejected--manuscripts and in a personal private relationship. So I've been nursing a bruised ego along with trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.

The upside of it all is I reunited with a kid brother. I hadn't seen R in more than two years. Like I said, sometimes life gets in the way. R is a great guy, ten years my junior, single, a talented musician and very smart. No, my kid brother doesn't possess an ivy league degree and he isn't rich, far from it, there aren't three letters after his name, but this kid, to me he will always be a kid, has street smarts and is wise beyond his years.

Last night I treated him to dinner. I picked the restaurant, some five-star place with five-star prices around the corner from where he works his day job running a deli. He ordered steak for one, I had the salmon. He had a glass of beer, I had a Bloody Mary, very spicy. We talked over old times, you know those growing up long ago days, the good ones and the bad ones. We talked about our mom, her bouts with nervous breakdowns, hospitalizations, and her untimely death at age 53. We talked about our dad, how hard his life was raising four kids without a wife to help out at home while he toiled as a carpenter, nailed aluminum siding, and still managed to be there for each one of us. R reminded me that he realized I never had a real childhood saying, "Linda, you never got to experience the things kids do you were so busy taking care of us younger ones. You grew up and never had real fun."

The evening ended and we hugged and hugged and hugged our goodbyes as I choked back tears. This morning I stopped by his day job, sipped a cup of coffee and together we continued our conversation from last night, and again,  neither of us wanted to say goodbye. So, I didn't. I just sat quiet. Soon as he got up from the table to tend to a customer, I made my exit. I know that we'll meetup again, maybe tomorrow a.m., just  before I hit the road for a drive upstate.

Tonight I'm thinking of a movie. I really would like to see Ant Man, or maybe I'll take a walk around the dam. I really like those Lime bikes. They are so much fun to peddle. Maybe I'll just sit home and read my book. I really like my new read.

In any event, I'm back. Maybe next write I'll share a new character I'm fleshing out for the novel I'm writing, or the title.

Until this time, next time.

Be well. Keep cool. Stay Happy.

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Happy Mother's Day, Grace, Dreaming, Doing Nothing

When I look to the sky, I see hope.
And sometimes a vision of love.
Yes, I believe.



Every morning, soon as I open my eyes, I look out a window. Before I know it, my eyes are reaching for the sky to see what they can see.

Today there are clouds the color of snow big as a tribe of buffalo bobbing in a sea of blue in the sky where I sit and write. They act as eye candy and if I let it happen, I will sit here staring seemingly into space for an amazing amount of time soaking in the vision as I did last week.

I confess, there are times I feel like pond scum sitting and staring into space thinking I am doing nothing and worrying that some people will label what I do as doing nothing, but for a writer/artist/poet/photographer/dreamer/lover/coach/mom/grandma/girlfriend-human being, it is my magical moment of a snapshot in time taken to sear into one's mind's eye, something to file away for some other time and write about, perhaps a snippet in an ongoing novel, or put on fb or enter into a blog post.

Last week, with Mother's Day fast approaching, while gazing into a fast moving cloud cover, thoughts of my mom danced the landscape of my mind and I couldn't help but recall her beauty.

One of my mom's beautiful attributes were her full lips and the lipstick of red she painted them. Before I knew it, I thought I saw my mom's lips up there blowing a kiss to me. When I looked again, I thought I saw my mom's face, too.

I snapped a photo.

This is the photo. Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?

Happy Mother's Day, Grace.


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
"Come journal with me.
Your book is yet to be."



Writing Tip: Open your calendar and make a date to do nothing. It can be as little as ten minutes. If you're lucky, maybe an entire day. Go ahead. I dare you.

Writing Quote:  All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my mother.--Abraham Lincoln

Sunday, May 6, 2018

I've Got a Secret

My Secret Writing Journal

Today is Sunday, May 6, 2018. There is a cool spring chill and the laughter of children at play fills the air while I sit and write in my secret writing journal at my favorite secret writing place about my new secret.

My Secret Writing Place


After a dry spell of seemingly endless blank pages, words spill out my fingers like a running river in pouring rain.

And it feels so good.

Here's to secret writing journals, secret writing places, and secrets, because every writer has one. Or, should.

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me,
your book is yet to be.


Writing Tip: Read words written above.

Writing Quotation: "And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." --Roald Dahl


My Secret

Friday, April 27, 2018

New Day, Favorite Quotations, A Few Photos


It's a new day. I am grateful for that.

Outside my window the sky is gray, a robin struts the graveled driveway pecking rain puddles, and in the far away distance, a vacant single-wide trailer the color of snow perched high atop the hill opposite my home, peers ominously back at me while I sip my morning cup of tea.

Today I share favorite quotations on disappointment.

I hope they inspire you to pick up your pen and write something.



It looks like a duck, it quacks like a duck, it walks like a duck. But. Is it a duck?
--Law 101, 1988, Professor A, Pace University

Any fool can make a rule. And any fool can mind it.--Henry David Thoreau

When you have expectations, you are setting yourself up for disappointment.--Ryan Reynolds

It was like driving 90 miles per hour and throwing reverse.--Linda Della Donna

If you think you had a bad day today, just remember Bill Cosby had a worse one.--JSB



If you look close, you can see The E peering back at me as I back out the driveway.


Sometimes a house is just a house, no matter how pretty it is.

The Mighty E,
My tiny muse.



See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Come journal with me,
your book is yet to be.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Ready Player One, A Review,

CityCenter, Theater 2
White Plains, NY


I'm back.

Yes. I know I said I was closing down BookOrBust blog. I said I wasn't writing any more.

I lied.

I just didn't know it at the time.

As every writer knows, there is no such thing as a writer stopping writing, because a writer writes. Writers may say they are never going to write again, and they may even believe it at the time they say it. But it's a lie.

Writers take breaks. That's all. They call it never writing again.

By the way, I saw the movie, Ready Player One by Steven Spielberg Saturday night.

I would like to say it was a great movie, and that I enjoyed it thoroughly.

I would like to say the acting was superb, the plot captivating, and that I identified with the point of view character, and that I just absolutely positively loved that movie.

But I can't.

Because if I did, that would be a lie. A real lie.

I just didn't get it. I didn't get the ape jumping up and down on the bridge, the ax piercing the wall, the river of blood gushing the hotel hallway. Yes, I understand the reference to the 80's and all the characters doing their cosplay thing and I did get the association of the movie, The Shining. But that was it. The rest of it was just a painful nightmare I wish to forget. But that's just me.

On a positive note, I did like the theater I saw it in, and I absolutely did love the seat I sat in. Which is why I waited until the ax pierced the wall before exiting the movie. I was so very comfortable. I hated to leave before the movie ended. But I did.


Best seats in the house.
It felt like I was watching the movie in the comfort of my living room


See you in print,

Linda Della Donna
Author of
A Gift of Love

P. S. No, it is not true. One's pants do not go on fire when one lies.


Writer Tip: Writers are real people. Don't be afraid to give yourself permission to take a break from time to time.

Writer Quote: I'm a lousy writer; a helluva lot of people have got lousy taste.
Grace Metalious--

Monday, January 1, 2018

Adios, Amigas/Amigos, Thank You For Being My Friend



"I'll write your story," I said.
I meant it.
"I promise I will let the whole world know what you went through."
"Somebody should." --A Gift of Love


Dear Reader, fb Friend, BookOrBust Follower, Writer, Author, Fan, Publisher, Editor, Interviewee, Guest Blogger, and Anyone and Everyone out there reading this blog post, 

Please know that you are near and dear to my heart always, and that I am grateful for your acts of lovingkindness.

It is a new year and I celebrate that.

This new year brings new goals for me and the blessings of renewed spirit, boundless hope, and new-found courage for a bright and merry future, and a different writing path.

A Gift of Love is written.

My promise to my late husband, Ed Sclier, is fulfilled.

For those reasons, and in keeping with my new goals and the new promise I made to Me, the time is come to shut down BookOrBust. 

Feel free to visit, as often as you like to peruse the archives or to scan the photos. Everything will remain for now.

Thank you, again, for being a part of my writing journey. 

I am grateful.

To you and yours, a Happy Healthy Prosperous Joyous 2018!

See you in print,

Linda Della Donna

"...And sometime when I wasn't looking, I got a new life."
Linda Della Donna

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Linda Della Donna Extends Season's Greetings


It's that time of the year, again.

I'm stopping by to wish everyone a very

Merry Christmas,



...and a




All best wishes for a

Happy New Year,

too!