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Here there Be Dragons!

Mark Stansberry is a talented and eclectic man. With songs topping the Americana charts, a production company and a wonderful family you wouldn’t think he has much time left for other endeavors. However, this is not the case and his widely popular talk radio show has offered a great next step for minister/author/educator Dr. Wilson Jay Tyree…who also happens to be my father and partner on www.facebook.com/TyreeTomes.

At 8:30 this morning Mr. Stansberry’s show will air an interview with Dr. Tyree concerning his work and, most importantly, his books. You can tune in via live feed at http://www.1170faq.com or if you missed the live feed the interview will be available to hear and/download under the radio station’s podcast feed!

enjoy the listen and let us know what you think!

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Talk Radio Star

Mark Stansberry is a talented and eclectic man. With songs topping the Americana charts, a production company and a wonderful family you wouldn’t think he has much time left for other endeavors. However, this is not the case and his widely popular talk radio show has offered a great next step for minister/author/educator Dr. Wilson Jay Tyree…who also happens to be my father and partner on www.facebook.com/TyreeTomes.

At 8:30 this morning Mr. Stansberry’s show will air an interview with Dr. Tyree concerning his work and, most importantly, his books. You can tune in via live feed at http://www.1170faq.com or if you missed the live feed the interview will be available to hear and/download under the radio station’s podcast feed!

 

enjoy the listen and let us know what you think!

 

Multi-genre authors search

HELP!!!!! I am in search of authors for my students to be able to research, discuss, and read in our writing class. I would like to do an author of the month every month (maybe two authors a month?) so that my students can learn about the world as seen through the eyes of authors and readers outside of their insulated environment.

However, I am trying to find an author that writes across genres for children or middle grade readers because we are learning more about genres this month. Does anyone have any ideas?

I need your help please! If you have any ideas for me, please leave a note or message me. If you don’t want to leave a note here, head over to http://www.facebook.com/TyreeTomes and catch me there.

Thank you in advance! Have a blessed weekend everyone!

The Storm

I am once again sorry for the Short Story Sunday delay…I do have excuses (as always!)…my daughter’s 2nd birthday was this weekend, my brother (best college friend) brought his girlfriend to meet us (First girl we’ve met in about a decade or so…they got engaged the day after they left here), I fed the church family lunch on Sunday in honor of Monkey’s birthday, and I’ve been trying to get the classroom organized after the first week of classes found me woefully unprepared and completely lacking in any organization that I thought I might have…however; none of these things are a good excuse. I will try harder this coming week to have the story up on the day I have promised to have it up!

In fact, I hope to be able to actually post blog posts throughout the week starting this week, with this post! (Well, with the last post but you know what I mean 😀 )

 

Ok, enough talk from me. I hope that you enjoy today’s edition of (Late) Short Story Sunday!

 

The Storm:

This heat is like a second skin that I can’t shake off. Even with the fan blowing canned air in my direction, the slick of burning salt doesn’t go away…I don’t know what is going to happen to me…

Annabelle wearily sat back and rubbed her eyes, only then realizing that the whooshing in her ears was from a torrential downpour parading through her open windows and streaking the green walls gray. Sighing heavily at her own forgetfulness, the authoress forced stiffened muscles from her comfy desk chair and went to close the 5 windows that made up her amazing ‘tower bay’ wall.

The view was amazing from her third story oasis, crashing waves on melting sand framed by sharp cuts of light in the sky. The perfect night for writing a thrilling mystery was unfolding around her…and all Anna wanted to do was anything else at all.

Her heroine was in trouble, deep trouble that wouldn’t end well for anyone involved at this point, and Anna had no idea how to bring her out of this unscathed..or at least alive to finish out the book. She had been sitting at the keyboard for hours, immersed in writing for only the first 30 minutes. The rest of her time had been caught in re-reading and tweaking whatever she came across as her subconscious crowded out anything but the most technical of thoughts. At this rate, the entire first half of the book would be revised and edited to perfection before the second half was ever drafted the first time.

Staring out the window despondently, Anna jumped and screamed when her phone pealed out the beginning to an old boy band song that she was embarrassed to still rock out to. Laughing at her own frightened reflection in the rain stained glass, the writer quick stepped over to see what her best friend wanted at this late hour…

“I caught you!” Genevive crowed ecstatically, cackling into the phone as soon as Anna answered. “You have been locked in your tower all day again, Haven’t You!?”

“Well, yeah, I have to…”

“I KNEW IT!” GEN shouted, “Why don’t you come down from there and live a little, huh? Seriously, life goes on, the book will get finished when it gets finished, and really, it is much harder to find a decent dinner companion than it is to write a novel. Am I right?”

“No,” Anna sighed and suppressed the urge to lecture her friend yet again. Gen wasn’t really that much of a ditz. She wasn’t even really that self-involved. What she was, though, was a an out going people person who was working at her dream job as a high powered middle-exec for some fashion company somewhere. Anna wasn’t even exactly sure what Genevive’s job was, but she worked great hours in even better clothes. People like Gen could never understand why people like Anna stayed inside and scribbled all day.

“I don’t know Gen,” Anna tuned back in to hear her friend begging for a night out. “Why don’t you call one of those numbers you’ve got hidden in the little purple book? Hmm? I have deadlines you know.”

“You need to eat and I know how you shop when you’re working,” Gen countered, honking the horn to prove that she had, indeed, just pulled up outside. Her little sporty two-door hybrid hadn’t even made a dent in the gloom surrounding Annabelle’s house.

“If I didn’t love you…” Anna began

“You’de kill me, I know,” Gen sighed along with her friend. “Now hurry up before they give our reservation to some group of college imbeciles!”

“You got a reservation? Nevermind,” Anna ran down the stairs, grabbed her good scarf and ratty umbrella, and raced through the rain, stopping with her hand on the door handle. It had just hit her, what had to happen next in her story. It was right there, layer out in technicolor brilliance like a certain golden toned stone walkway of yore.

Turning bright eyes toward her house, Anna was frightened once again by her dearest friend as Genevive rolled down the window, pointed at a notebook and pen set, and glared so ferociously that Anna quickly gave in. Sliding in to the seat, Anna snatched at the colored pens and novelty notebook as if it were a lifeline in the storm. And you know, perhaps it was….

Essays on Christian Worship

 

Dr. Tyree’s book, Essays on Christian Worship, will be free through the Kindle app until Midnight tomorrow (Wednesday, August 27th).

 

According to the book description, this is a collection of Five short essays, each covering a different area of christian worship: prayer, singing, giving, communion, and preaching.

 

There are no customer reviews yet, so get your free copy and let him know what you think!

 

Rainbow of Gold

 

 

Brian Bendis captures the heart and imagination of comic lovers and budding writers/artists with his revealing memories and almost self-depricating humor. Sprinkled throughout the book are helpful how-to moments, interesting business notes, and even the acknowledgement that the work is difficult and poor…something a lot of ‘big name’ artists wouldn’t admit. Each nugget of golden insight comes with an array of his artwork, so that the rainbow of comic colors becomes the gold that we look for at the end.

I will be using this text in my 5th grade writing course to show students that hard work and a love of the art can get you further than anything else. Who knows…this text may be the catapult someone needs to become the next great comic book artist, writer, or main stream author.

I give Brian Bendis’ book Words for Pictures 5 out of 5 Dragons!

One Of THOSE…

 

I was mortified as I walked in to the building this morning. I couldn’t help but turn a little red and hurry a little faster into the safety of my room. It was hard to believe that she had really pointed me out that way, right in front of students and co-workers. It just isn’t right! 

You see, I’ve never seen myself as one of “Those” people. You know the ones…totally left brained anal-retentive rule keepers who never color outside of the lines and who couldn’t possibly fathom putting a neon purple streak in their ferret’s hair (Mostly because they only own those little miniature rat things that squeak instead of bark but would never have colored fur). NO SIRREE! I AM A REBEL! I AM A WRITER AND WRITERS ARE BOHEMIAN ARTIST TYPES! I AM WEIRD! FORGET THE NORMIES AND COME FROLIK! And then day 2 of students being in school rolls around. As I’m walking into the school to open up my room, a fellow teacher calls out to a couple of boys nearby. “Boys! We want you to walk on the sidewalk instead of on the grass…you see how Our teachers are doing it? See Ms. Tyree there? We want you to walk like her, on the sidewalk and not killing our grass!”

 

I could feel my street cred flying away from me. Knife to the heart, wrenching stomach pains, pounding headache…Ms. Tyree is a side walker, a joiner, a follower…my toes screamed out “No, we love the grass! Don’t point to us!!” but it was too late, the damage was done. I was labeled.

 

*Though this is a true account, I have exaggerated a little here and there (mostly right there to your upper right hand side). I didn’t realize until halfway through, however, that I was doing so for a purpose. You see, I have students who have been spoken about, applauded, and/or ignored for the better part of their existence. As 5th graders, they know who is different or if they are the different ones. But I don’t want to know more than I absolutely have to. Do I have to know who has autism and who is ADHD with meds to take? YES! I need to know for everyone’s safety and, more importantly, to give them their best chance at growth this year. But I don’t need another teacher to tell me how my student used to lay down on the floor and bellow like a goat in the second grade…I’m fairly certain that I used to swing by myself, singing made up songs in four part harmony when I was in second grade. I had mostly grown out of that by the time I hit 5th grade.

More than that…writing does not only belong to the ‘gifted’ program kids, or to the ‘normies.’ In fact, most of those people won’t understand the real truth in writing, because writing is a very adaptive art. My ‘specials’ on the other hand, have learned from experience the need to learn and adapt. Who do you think would do better? I’m betting on my specials!

 

Thank you all for your continued support. I will (hopefully) be able to spend a little more time with the blog by next week. I know we are sorely in need of some new posts! (I also just remembered that today is Wednesday so….no Reading Wednesday this week).

 

May you all be blessed and peaceful this week, and may you never be a “Normie!”

Free Form Fun

Dragons and pumpkins make me happy. The woosh clank bang of swift fingers and sticky keys excites me. the freedom of words and the permanence of paper put together in an indelible way, like the unseen fingerprints on my heart suddenly becoming a tattoo. Some days I can’t possibly stand another second of the ripping, searing pain from the tat gun, most days I couldn’t survive without it right there, my personal colorful needle to the skin of my universe.

Words are an addiction, like ink, and like the fresh tattoo the stories I write are never far from my surface. Aliphonsore is always in the back of my mind, reminding me that his story is not finished and, like an addict, I respond by going back. But one more word is the best addiction to have. It costs nothing for me to write this little free prose page…unlike the tat of Al curled up in the trailing vines of a pumpkin that I wanted to get. That beauty would cost me more than I’m worth just now

Surviving, Thriving, and Striving

We survived…that was the first thought I had yesterday afternoon as I pulled in to the daycare lot. Well, the first thought after “why in the world would you put a parking lot HERE? But that’s beside the point. The point is that survived week one of the life change.

For the past two years, Mommy and Monkey have lived a life of playtime and snuggles with random events like visitors or nap time writing barely leaving a blip on her little radar. Last Tuesday changed all of that and our new adventure began. For Monkey, the new adventure is being in daycare. Imagine being the only child of an only child….then add in that your only child mother is single and able to stay at home with you because you live with your grandparents. Yup…poor Monkey has never been to a ‘real’ babysitter. But she survived and in our striving for survival, she’s starting to slowly thrive there (apparently she’s down to only five or six crying jags a day now!). Maybe I’ll stop the random moments of blind panic and tears eyed sadness sometime soon too.

As for me, well I’m almost 75% certain that about 80% of my classroom is prepared for Monday night’s ‘Meet the Teacher’ so that’s pretty good…right?
RIGHT? Seriously though, I am enjoying my co-workers, my grade level team, and my new classroom. I am genuinely looking forward to this school year, and not just because I’ve started a beginners exercise program (found on http://www.theysmell.com) that I’ve been doing as soon as I wake up (at 5:30am). It helps me wake up more quickly and will, hopefully, help get me in a better shape. I may never love mornings, but we can learn to thrive in them!

How were your weeks? Are you thriving, surviving, or nose diving?
Whatever you’re doing, may you blessed in it; and may each day be better than the last.