tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24227839075957202682024-03-05T09:03:42.733-05:00little miss gnomidethe not-altogether random words of a wallflowerlittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-83086020582693370982022-02-10T09:23:00.004-05:002022-02-10T09:23:48.685-05:00Time for Rest One of my very favorite TV shows is a British sci fi called Doctor Who. In case you’ve never heard of it, the main character in this show is a person who can travel in space and time. He, or she since the current Doctor is a woman, always meets and becomes friends with a human who goes on adventures with them. Doctor Who is called a lord of time because he can go anywhere in the past or in little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-49581787823055196752021-12-31T09:56:00.001-05:002021-12-31T09:56:22.108-05:00Of Things Not Yet Here (Dec. 31st, 2014) “And
now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.”
~Rainer
Maria Rilke
It’s
the ending of the Christmas season. We were waiting for the innocent light born
in a manager. The days will be growing longer now. The nights shorter. We’ll
have to take the tree down soon. The beautiful evergreen that has sparkled and
twinkled in our home for weeks. The Epiphany little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-5327097463494374322021-12-03T12:24:00.006-05:002021-12-04T07:40:13.256-05:00Beginnings and Endings Every ending has a beginning and every beginning has an ending. I began my time as an adjunct instructor in the ESL Program at Otterbein in the spring of 2015. As someone who spent her girlhood in Westerville, who lugged a stack of books home from the Westerville library every week, whose great-grandfather had been a professor at Otterbein, I was thrilled to be part of this historical and little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-55619415972412068532010-12-29T13:28:00.003-05:002010-12-29T13:31:53.049-05:00The Night Sea JourneyThe past twelve months have been full of mystery, adventure, magic, and sorrow. After spending five months wandering through Europe (we chronicled our adventures here), David and I moved to the small town of Ohio where I grew up. We needed a safe place to recoup and recover from our travels. Time and Space Travel disorients the body and the soul in numerous, mostly unsayable ways. I am still little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-27762223433072476912010-05-20T10:07:00.000-04:002021-05-05T09:15:15.590-04:00J’habite Ici.I am turning thirty on June 19th, 2010. I have lived many lives. In fiction and in my dreams. I am a Gemini. I am a Welsh fairie with hair of fire. I am a Woman Warrior. I write the Word of God in the native tongue. I walk through mountains to protect children. I create peace. In Paris, we visited Shakespeare and Co. in the Latin Quarter, little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-44039818139348723922010-04-19T10:57:00.000-04:002010-04-19T11:01:26.852-04:00I Once Was Lost<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if !mso]> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-71406619463649114512010-04-16T06:24:00.003-04:002010-04-16T06:30:36.593-04:00Writing & TravelingGreetings from the future! (I still find this humorously after living in Brussels for two weeks. We're about six hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time.)For the time being, please follow my travel blog posts at www.open.salon.com/blog/gwendolyn_glover.I'm unable, perhaps because of poor internet connection, to copy and paste my blog posts into blogger.You can become a fan on facebook or email me tolittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-65277277663744863982010-02-23T16:58:00.004-05:002010-02-23T17:02:27.153-05:00What is "TwitLit?"Meet Jason Pettus.I met Jason Pettus, founder of The Chicago Center for Literature and Photography, at the Pilcrow Lit Fest in 2008. This well-spoken intellectual is intrigued by quality literature and film and has dedicated his life to promoting the arts. He is intricately involved with the Chicago literary scene and is a strong supporter of self-publishing. On the CCLaP website, Jason reviews little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-58449892689212523192010-02-22T08:51:00.002-05:002010-02-22T08:54:06.857-05:00Interview with Robin SneedI had the pleasure of reading one of the first copies of Flowergirls, A Mirroir by Robin Sneed. This debut novel is a beautiful and intimate mesh of memoir and fiction."Robin Sneed was born in Los Angeles in 1962. After an eight year career in television as a child, she went on to have a 17-year career in corporate hell. A Physics major, activist, and adventurer, her greatest accomplishment little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-74053345270662050832010-02-16T10:15:00.001-05:002010-02-16T10:16:35.354-05:00Flash Fiction Story for Valentine's DayNina wanted you to believe that it was merely hormones. That's why she reacted so violently. It was just her time of the month. It wasn’t. Nina wanted you to believe that she didn’t already know about the pen. She did.She already knew when you first met in the break room, which always smelled of burnt coffee. She “accidently” bumped into you, splashing scalding coffee on your favorite Spiderman little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-40857697660478970912010-01-31T16:23:00.001-05:002010-01-31T16:25:22.164-05:00Literary Updates for January 2010Dear friends,The first month of the new decade has been exhilarating. I decided to try something different on my Open Salon blog. All of the posts during the month of January had something to do with the theme of “The Body.”If you want to catch up on the posts, here’s a list:1/5 This Is My Body1/8 “Cat” (A Flash Fiction Story)1/12 Exploring the Body (A Poem)1/15 Misbehaving Body1/19 Dear little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-730734396551671572010-01-21T12:59:00.003-05:002010-01-21T13:03:28.195-05:00Body Language: Inside the Mind of a PlaywrightJulie Ann Seals is my guest blogger today and she is one of the enchanting people that I befriended at Oral Roberts University. I think we became friends because my roommate was a friend of hers and we had an apartment off campus with a washer and dryer. I would come home from work on Saturdays to this blue-eyed nymph doing her weekly laundry in my home. We soon bonded over our adoration of Kurt little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-77916958374418025112009-12-19T11:13:00.005-05:002009-12-19T11:19:31.268-05:00Happy Holidays!A few years ago, David and I created our own set of holiday cards featuring a penguin couple.However you're celebrating this year, have fun and be safe! Tis the season to be merry!Wishing you and yours a magical holiday season and a glorious new year!~Gwen, David, & Jasperlittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-89596274759976074102009-12-15T12:56:00.002-05:002009-12-15T13:00:28.153-05:00December Updates and Wintery GreetingsDear friends, family, and fans: The weather outside is frightful, so it's more important than ever to cuddle up, huddle together with friends and family, and enjoy the light in each other.Whether you're up late with anticipation for holiday festivities or simply have some free time to read, I wanted to tell you about some interesting blog reads. David posted an insider's view into being a bipolarlittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-14864664486977113462009-11-24T14:07:00.002-05:002009-11-24T14:09:25.921-05:00Writers Need Love TooThere is a myth of the isolated writer. The writer shuts herself off from the world, curls up in a dark attic, and furiously pounds away at an ancient typewriter. Okay, the furiously pounding part is real. But a true writer cannot build a fortress of solitude and hide there. A true writer is one who experiences the world fully, not simply from her own perspective but from everyone she meets and little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-85447287360602951562009-11-17T11:23:00.001-05:002009-11-17T11:25:53.120-05:00November UpdateHello!I just wanted to give you a quick update. I will be participating in The Book Cellar's Local Author Night, featuring Young Adult authors. The reading will take place this Wednesday, Nov. 18th, at 7pm. I will be joining J. Adams Oaks (Why I Fight), Pamela Todd (Blind Faith Hotel), and Diane Mayer Christiansen (Switcher). If you're in Chicago, I hope you'll join me for a drink. The Book little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-80264076982047963632009-11-15T15:10:00.000-05:002009-11-15T15:12:27.705-05:00I am a Powerful Woman; I Eat Things<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-35574833857208293372009-10-26T15:56:00.004-04:002009-10-26T16:15:14.332-04:00THE MISSION: TO MEET SHERMAN ALEXIEIt WAS a dark and stormy night. But I’m not going to say that.It was a Chicago night in late October. The cold rain made the roads slick and slowed everyone down. It was getting dark around five-thirty already and the menacing clouds made the sky even darker.We were on a mission. The destination: the Harold Washington Library in downtown Chicago. The tools we had: a 1989 Dodge Caravan with a little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-35525076575835870342009-10-17T11:17:00.001-04:002009-10-17T11:21:37.994-04:00Literary UpdateTis the beginning of the holiday season and winter is already nipping at our noses. I wanted to take a moment to share some wonderful news with you.The first official reading of Cast the First Stone was a brilliant success. Thanks to all of you that were able to come. (You can read all about it here.) The next event may be at The Book Cellar in November. Details will be announced as soon as they little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-83366179011847861662009-10-08T13:16:00.006-04:002009-10-08T13:24:42.664-04:00Princess Leia, Feminist Icon?As I’ve alluded to in earlier posts, I didn’t have many female role models while I was growing up. Feminism was a bad word in our home. Women were expected to be supportive to their husbands, good mothers, and take care of the home. Wives were told by God to obey their husbands. My dad was most definitely the head of the household. To him, feminism was a weapon of the devil to destroy families little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-79552422063587122272009-09-24T15:55:00.005-04:002009-09-24T16:06:54.532-04:00Interview with Author, J. Adams OaksLast week I posted about my (very exciting!) first official reading at Women and Children First. I opened for a brilliant author, J. Adams Oaks, who read from his debut novel Why I Fight. I was so impressed by the captivating novel (which I devoured in about two days) and with J. that I asked him if I could interview him.Tell us a little about your novel, Why I Fight?Well, let’s see, it’s my little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-57103979488469280782009-09-14T16:08:00.002-04:002009-09-14T16:14:03.123-04:00Watch out, world, here I come!I had the profound pleasure of reading with the illustrious J. Adams Oaks, author of “Why I Fight” at Women and Children First. I wanted my first official reading of “Cast the First Stone” to be at my favorite Chicago bookstore. David and I moved to Chicago from San Francisco about two years ago and I was feeling pretty homesick. When I walked through the doors of W&CF, I immediately felt at little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-61602701050774279942009-09-12T10:26:00.004-04:002009-09-12T10:44:26.517-04:00Day Seven of the Seven Day CountdownAlright, folks. I don't know about you but it's been a rough week for me. I'm thrilled that it's the weekend. Tomorrow is my reading and I can't express how excited and nervous I am. A good friend and brilliant writer told me that I should focus on the story, not on how people react to me. The story exists apart from me. So I'm going to take his advice and listen to Denny and Haley and what theirlittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-74135687590953454022009-09-11T11:39:00.002-04:002009-09-11T11:45:11.325-04:00Day SixToday is the sixth day of my seven day countdown, but I feel that it's disrespectful to celebrate today. Instead, I posted on my other blog. I'm going to post a few words from Bob Dylan here, since he is Denny's favorite singer and I think she would spend this day of rememberance by listening to Dylan."In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, little miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2422783907595720268.post-46065803666255727202009-09-10T07:34:00.006-04:002009-09-10T11:14:51.466-04:00Day Five of the Seven Day Countdown!I was straight edge in high school so I didn't drink. I had this fear that if I had even a sip of alcohol, I would do crazy things that I wouldn't remember later. I would be...wait for it...out of control. There was no way that 17 year old Gwen wanted to be out of control. Like Haley, I didn't have much control over my life so I desperately wanted to hold onto as much control as I could. (But, oflittle miss gnomidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com0