Successful Women of Israel

stories featuring Israel's successful women

Month: July 2011

No Fear

That’s what it really comes down to.

You have to believe in yourself, work work work and work some more until you finally get to where it is you want to end up. And if you fail or fall along the way pick your self up, dust yourself off and keep going with the knowledge that you will make it. If you think about it, there really are no other options.

Ok, you’re right, there are. And you can dwell on them and make a long list of all the reasons that you can or should fail. And that’s where you’ll end up.

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A Letter from Caylee Anthony

Well not quite. It’s a letter that I’ve written in Caylee Anthony’s voice from beyond because her voice was squelched.

Dear Mommy,

I don’t miss you. I’m somewhere wonderful with lots of nice people taking care of me and children for me to play with. I miss butterflies and beaches  but I have a wonderful view of rainbows. I understand a lot more now but not why I made you sad and angry.

I’m writing this letter to you because I want you to know that though you don’t have to take care of me anymore I am still alive and I will always be remembered. I know that there are enough good people out there who will keep my memory alive and do good things because you couldn’t and to let you know that I know that you did something very bad.

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Story Seams

After finishing The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler it came to me. If I’m going to make my readers keep reading my story needs to be weaved.It’s like this.

Firstly, you must have a very good idea of what your plot is and who your characters are. Once you’ve done that – and of course by this time you’ve spent many hours on your manuscript- you need to plot it out. If you can do it on bristol board it’s probably best and you most probably will want to use a pencil so that you can erase.

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Keeping Sane

Writing keeps me sane. I’ll tell you what I mean.

About two months ago I visited Paris with my husband. For the most part it was wonderful.

My husband knows his way around Paris fairly well as he travels there for work a few times a year.  This was the first time I joined him.

After a three hour-or-so flight from Tel-Aviv we landed. As you leave the baggage claim area and enter the arrivals hall (which really isn’t a hall at all) there are lots of Israeli chappers (ch – pronounced like the ch in Johann Bach) – literally grabbers in Yiddish slang, ready to rip you off when you arrive at your destination. My dear husband decided to choose an especially dodgy looking one to drive us to our hotel.

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