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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. 



Creative words: What they look like

Creative words: What they look like


Have you ever noticed how there are specific words that are used when people are exercising their creativity? Well, at least to me, it seems that certain words are the forerunners of a creative exercise.

For example investigate these:


What if…

Let’s try this…


See what I mean? It’s almost like creatives start out their creativity stint with specific words. And I do mean ALL creatives, even musicians, even painters. Especially writers.

Writers usually begin with a what if question and go from there.

Exploring our creativity means being observant, asking questions, listening to answers, and sometimes just doing nothing. Yes, that does happen. Sometimes creativity needs to draw from its own experience and we have nothing to do but sit quietly and allow it to happen.

Today, I hope you will allow your creative side to voice itself. I hope you will find time and space to put something down on paper, on canvas, or on whatever medium your talent needs to express itself.

And don’t judge it. Don’t erase it, paint over it, discount it. Allow it to live and breathe and grow. You may surprise yourself!

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!

Writing Links: Get ‘er Done

There are so many facets to writing well. I decided to select a few links to some good posts that will help you understand means and ways to being better at what we do. We could all use a little help from time to time.

One of these days I am going to do a post linking to all of the places I have written about writing well.

At any rate, I am very busy these days and of course, as part of my 2017 plan, will be posting a lot less. But posting less means I will be writing more!

Yay! More books!


Here is the linky list for this week:

Janet Reid’s Blog post on writing well
The Book Designer Good Tips for Writing/Publishing
How to finish your story
K.M. Weiland Beginning your story too late
Writers Write Eight Commonly Misused Words

That’s it for this week, folks. Have a great weekend!