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Part five of The Whiteboard

Here it is! Part five! Good day friends! I hope this finds you happy and well. Are you enjoying these tidbits of story? I am having fun writing them.


If you recall, the last time we met, Anne was frustrated to find the writer had turned her windshield into a new form of whiteboard. This time, she finds that even silence screams loudly when executed aright.

THE WHITEBOARD part five by ©Kim Smith

By the time Anne reached the highway, she’d worked herself into a terrible headache. She’d been having a lot of those lately and wasn’t too happy about it. She’d been a sickly child and headaches seemed to haunt her. Remembering her childhood sicknesses were a quick way to become depressed. They had been the reason her father was never home, she was sure. He couldn’t stand to hear her crying she supposed.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, think about something else,” she chided aloud. So, she turned up the radio and sang off-key as loud as she could.

That would exorcise any demon.


The next day, Thursday, when she arrived in her office to prepare for her meeting, she was shocked to find that nothing appeared on the whiteboard. Her question seemed stark, bold.

“Who ARE you?”

The writer had obviously taken the high road and given up. She was a little sad that she didn’t get a reply on the person’s identity. She chuckled as she wiped the board clean.

Her meeting came and went, and she gathered her lunchbag and headed to the kitchen. A strange anticipation filled her. Would the writer strike during the day again?

Did she really want this odd messaging to continue? Wasn’t the writing on her car enough? This person was stalking her in a way. They even knew her car.

As she stood in front of the microwave, she decided she might want to follow Beatrice’s advice and go to someone higher. Someone in authority might be able to stop this. But she shied back, fear of judgment from someone over her at work filling her mind. Wouldn’t do to tell anyone now. There was no evidence–only her words saying so. No way she wanted her superiors to think she was encouraging the writer, and they would because she was not trying to stop it.

She was the one leaving the door open. She had encouraged the behavior of the writer, hadn’t she? If she wanted this to stop, she only had to start locking up. Show the writer that she was not playing anymore.

Her reflection glowed in the stainless of the microwave. Was she that lonely? Desperate for a relationship so that she secretly welcomed the writer’s intrusion?

She took her lunch out of the microwave and headed to her table. She couldn’t focus all of her attention on this. Not now, not ever. It would make her even more mousy and timid. She hated feeling like this. Trapped. Like she didn’t have good choices to pick from.

She sighed as she blew on a hot piece of broccoli.  Maybe the car incident would be the last. Maybe this was just a phase. Maybe one day the writer would come into her office and ask her how she liked his or her activity.

It was just a big joke, wasn’t it?

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Welllll… so…there ya go- part five in the can. Check back in a few days for another installment.



Welcome to the continuing saga of Anne and her whiteboard. In the first two segments she has been exacting revenge on the writer who has mysteriously begun writing on her board by returning commentary.

You can find part one and part two at these links:

Part one

Part two

The Whiteboard Part Three by Kim Smith ©2017


The next day was Wednesday, and Anne always stopped for a cafe coffee and a cinnamon raisin bagel. This little mid-week excursion put her in her office later than usual. She hoped her mystery writer had been paying attention and thought they could enter her office later to do the writing, incognito. She had begun to suspect this invisible visitor was a part of the maintenance team, however, and likely did their mischief at night.

The board bandit–whomever it turned out to be–was no dummy. He or she knew how to get in and get out.

Even though it was closer to eight a.m. it was still very early by office standards. To her dismay, the board was wiped clean, It was so clean she ran a finger over it to see if it held any residue. It didn’t.

“What is really going on?” she asked aloud to the empty room. “Guess you didn’t care for my reply, eh?”

It was time to get to work. She’d been lollygagging long enough. She pulled open her spreadsheet and played with the numbers waiting to be inputted. After a successful morning, whereby she solved many problems and felt quite satisfied with herself, she trotted down to the office kitchen to make her lunch.

She never believed that the board writer would strike in the middle of the day. But when she returned, picking broccoli out of her teeth, and contemplating another attack on numbers, the whiteboard’s content was illustrated in tiny black birds flying all over it.

The words, (so familiar to her), were lyrics to the song, Blackbird, performed by the Beatles. They crawled down the board toward the bottom. The writer apparently had too much time on hand, had been given too much opportunity to use Anne’s office to indulge in crafting quite a spectacle.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night…”

This was absurd and had gone on long enough! She wanted to stamp her foot in anger. Instead, she strode angrily to her desk to sit down hard, her chest heaving. She would have to start locking her door each and every time she left the room from this moment on.

She took deep breaths and resisted the urge to wipe the board clean. No need to be hasty. She tried to understand the art, the writing, the song, and find some meaning. Nothing came to mind immediately, so she set to her work, and as she completed a task that afternoon, she stared again at the tiny black vees representing black birds.

“…take these broken wings and learn to fly…”

Who is this person, this writer? What did they hope to accomplish by assaulting her board every day? Was this simply a prank? And why these words? What did it all mean?

“…All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise…”

Disgusted, she rose, went to the board and cleaned it off. Then, she stomped down the hall to her nearest neighbor, Beatrice, to see if she had noticed anyone come into her office during lunch. Beatrice was such a kind soul. If she’d seen anything, she’d be sure to let her know.


Thanks for reading this excerpt this week, everyone. It’s fun, isn’t it? And free! haha. Please join me in a few days when I will post up more of this story, this saga of Anne’s. And if you like a saga, then please be sure to (click here>>> visit my Amazon page and read more of my work. 


You can embrace your creative drive!

How Kim got her creative drive

My first real book was published when I was in my forties. Somewhere between grade school and the mid-life crisis, I became a real writer.


Well, first of all you have to answer in the affirmative to that creative urge-that nudge that says, “Hey, why not?”

For me, I perused book stores like a homeless person eyes shelters. I needed books. I needed the escapism it offered. I was a writer who was fighting off the writing urge.

But don’t do like I did.

Don’t fight it!  Read books. Study writing. Become a student of the written word and embrace your calling. It’s sturdy and lasting.



The first book that made me go “ah” was Gone with the Wind back in high school study hall. I was bored, and lonely, and sort of a loner. Never made friends easily, and probably why I quit high school.  But that one book, GWTW,  made me say to myself that THIS is what I want to do.

And at some point, I finally said yes to my creativity-that urge to write. It was a learning process. I went from reading fiction to reading self-help books like there was no tomorrow. I raised my kids in the aisles of Borders Books (remember them?) – my desire to know craft was insatiable.



So, I said yes. I said yes in so many thousands ways. And I am here to tell you, you can do this too!

You can write. You can dream, and dabble, and learn, and create. Just be prepared to become like an oil-rig. You have to dig dig dig and pump up that bubble of crude rudimentary creative drive.

Imagine what you will do when you allow yourself to say yes to your writing dream!

How to steal like the great writers do

Steal stuff


Something a lot of writers are doing right now is asking themselves what they should do about a story they are stuck on. Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

What does this mean exactly?
  • Idea theft.  Read a lot of books by authors you like and respect. Figure out how they do what they do that appeals to you and go and do likewise. Listen to others tell their stories, let your muse poke you and give you an idea on how you could tell a similar one with your own spin.
  • Word theft. There are a lot of words being written, podcasted, and videotaped. You can find words and phrases in every place your eye lands. Find some that are special to you and write something about them. If you like them, others will too. Words are what makes our world go around. You cannot write anything without them and no one has ownership of words.
  • Content theft. Again, ideas are not copyrightable. No one owns ideas. And they say all plots have been written, so their are no new ideas left. If that is true, then we are left to our own devices on how to manage.  So go out and consume content, and digest it, and come up with something you can do like that which will fill the earth with something new for others.

These are all doable, folks. You can steal ideas and make them your own as long as you put your own spin to it. You can steal a turn of phrase and then rewrite it so that it sounds like you. You can steal content ideas – such as this:

  1. You can watch a Youtube video on how to write a novel and then create your own.
  2. You can listen to a podcast about how to create a blog post and then create your own.
  3. You can read a blog post on how to get more traffic to your site and then either, follow the advice, or write your own blog post.

Just don’t steal things and just copy and paste it as your own. It isn’t.  That’s plagerism.




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Weekly Linky List

Welcome to THE LIST – my once weekly curation of sites for writers of all stages. I hope this is helping you guys.

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Here is the latest in new and tips, tools, and things you can use in your writing life.



LIVE WRITE THRIVE – Using Archetypes

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BOOKWORKS – 5 Great Word Processing Tools 

KATE TILTON – Writing and Emotion

FIX MY STORY – 6 Marketing Actions to Do

WOMEN WRITERS, WOMEN’S BOOKS – Blending History into Fiction

INDIES UNLIMITED – 2016 Nighlight Reading Short Story Contest

KUNZ ON PUBLISHING – How a Book Foreword Can Help An Author’s Career

SELF PUBLISHED AUTHOR – How to Unlock Amazon’s Keywords and Categories to Sell More Books

STEVE LAUBE AGENCY – Why Christian Memoirs Don’t Sell

And as usual, please feel free to leave a comment below if you want to tell me about another link you have found on your Internet journeys. Everyone would love to know where you are finding good useful info, including myself!