tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post6809862118010454944..comments2024-02-27T00:11:31.323-07:00Comments on BLOGGING WITH BEVERLEY: darkwriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896375750274931895noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-48558665945637875182014-08-15T12:14:05.113-07:002014-08-15T12:14:05.113-07:00The truth is we're all flawed. We all have our...The truth is we're all flawed. We all have our quirks and problems. And sometimes we're under that horse hanging on for dear life and wondering what happened. <br /><br />I'd love to go riding again, especially if the horse came with a handsome silver-haired owner and a whole lot of wide-open space. But I'll pen those stories for me. :-)<br /><br />I find it so frustrating when I have to sign in and my comment vanishes! Thanks for trying again. E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-14184180515216104342014-08-15T06:01:37.953-07:002014-08-15T06:01:37.953-07:00After I signed in, my comment disappeared from the...After I signed in, my comment disappeared from the box. :( Let me try again: Often we read about flawed or "damaged" heroes but rarely do we encounter a heroine facing the issues that Ryn faces. Sounds like a great read. And thanks to E. Ayers for sharing her stories, especially the horse one. You should ride again, I bet you'd still love it!!Sydney Jane Bailyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02651122864727380274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-49039483156396703182014-08-14T19:23:10.785-07:002014-08-14T19:23:10.785-07:00Thanks for stopping, Melissa, and a very happy bir...Thanks for stopping, Melissa, and a very happy birthday! <br /><br />It's not that difficult to learn. The signs actually make sense when you think about them, but they do them so quickly that you don't have time to analyze each one. Pick up a book on it or take a class. It's fun. <br /><br />If you had to learn it, you would. Brad knew he had to learn it. But there is a funny scene where Brad can't figure out what she is saying and gets quite confused.E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-52016154857366907652014-08-14T18:52:20.262-07:002014-08-14T18:52:20.262-07:00I love learning more about you. I can't imagin...I love learning more about you. I can't imagine how some people pick up on Sign Language so quickly. I wouldn't be able to do it. The story sounds great! I wish you all the best!Melissa Keirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10247037321769755660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-1779806742623049392014-08-14T14:47:11.902-07:002014-08-14T14:47:11.902-07:00Thanks, JoAnne. Sign language is very dynamic and ...Thanks, JoAnne. Sign language is very dynamic and constantly changing. I do feel guilty for not having a better handle on it. Many high schools and universities teach it as credit as a foreign language.E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-34656803207298012472014-08-14T14:39:40.894-07:002014-08-14T14:39:40.894-07:00OMG! Your mother is lucky to be alive. Back in the...OMG! Your mother is lucky to be alive. Back in the days before seatbelts... My mom insisted so my dad installed a WWII airplane belt system in his jeep to keep me in the seat when I was little. In the summer with no doors or top on that thing, it was fun ridding with Daddy but Mommy was panicked! Now I know why. LOLE. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-42430721706403532682014-08-14T14:35:17.385-07:002014-08-14T14:35:17.385-07:00We tend to forget about all the small things in li...We tend to forget about all the small things in life that we take for granted. Every mother wants her child to be pretty, but it was extra important to my friend. For her, it meant acceptance. <br /><br />I still remember everyone screaming when he rose up on his hind legs and that saddle slid with me on it. But I totally trusted him not to purposely hurt me. Maybe it's a good thing we're kids when we learn to do things.(And no one rode with a helmet back then.) E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-56321446042338156532014-08-14T14:23:00.974-07:002014-08-14T14:23:00.974-07:00Thanks, Rose. I can feel Ryn poking me and telling...Thanks, Rose. I can feel Ryn poking me and telling me she's not special needs. She's telling me she isn't the one who has the special need, we do for not knowing sign language. She's talking but we're not comprehending. She does have a point. :-)E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-28885390884285604052014-08-14T14:16:49.100-07:002014-08-14T14:16:49.100-07:00Oh, I'll bet you are not alone on that high br...Oh, I'll bet you are not alone on that high bridge thing. There are several tall ones around here. (If we aren't going under, we are going over the water.)<br /><br />I'm actually hoping people somewhat forget she's mute as they read and see her as just Ryn.E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-36345818576746963272014-08-14T11:15:47.470-07:002014-08-14T11:15:47.470-07:00A wonderful article about your characters. Sign la...A wonderful article about your characters. Sign language is an art form. I know what its like to research for a book. Good luck with sales. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05981543474791174293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-62852309555495026782014-08-14T10:59:57.631-07:002014-08-14T10:59:57.631-07:00I'm a very nervous car passenger. I'm okay...I'm a very nervous car passenger. I'm okay behind the wheel, but when we go on road trips, I always volunteer to take the back seat. (I think it's safer.) It wasn't until my son graduated with a degree in psychology that we realized my anxiety in the car stemmed from an accident I was in as a child. I had been in the back seat. My mother flew through the windshield and was hospitalized for several days and my brother, also in the front, broke his arm. I was three years old and I still remember it pretty vividly. Strange the things we carry around with us.Kristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12493219154811568719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-222827314987180052014-08-14T06:59:15.940-07:002014-08-14T06:59:15.940-07:00Oh, E, that's so sad about your blind friend w...Oh, E, that's so sad about your blind friend who wanted to "see" her baby. But you got me laughing with the horse story. What a sweetheart to check on you. Good post!janeleopoldquinn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05393771532686229258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-31772192076309430292014-08-14T06:14:08.748-07:002014-08-14T06:14:08.748-07:00Cute imagery about you on the horse. :)
I think w...Cute imagery about you on the horse. :)<br />I think writing stories about people with special needs is a great idea. Best luck with your newest.Rose Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04429566802562925080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-650777296090033812014-08-14T05:06:54.811-07:002014-08-14T05:06:54.811-07:00I never read about a mute heroine. This should be ...I never read about a mute heroine. This should be a very interesting read. I am afraid of height. I can't drive or even on a high bridge or a mountain. Mona Riskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14923883333893160794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6609030155206406866.post-71831940947461510642014-08-14T03:31:32.725-07:002014-08-14T03:31:32.725-07:00HI, everyone! I'll be in and out all day long....HI, everyone! I'll be in and out all day long. So don't forget to leave me a comment. I'd love to know if anyone else has crazy fears.<br /><br />Oh, and that racehorse had an attitude. He didn't like kids, but he liked me for some strange reason. He wasn't mine but I wanted him. I'd ride him every summer when I was young. I'd braid his mane and tail, take him treats, and do anything I could to spoil him. He had the most beautiful trot. An absolute joy to ride. But let someone else get on him and...not pretty! :-)<br /><br />I prefer English, not western. Yes, I know how to ride western. Even dated a guy who had a horse and a western saddle. Not telling those secrets! ;-) E. Ayershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01434761738048963826noreply@blogger.com