The Bald Eagle

The Bald Eagle

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

IWSG DAY, June 5, 2019, Charlotte, Emily, and Mary Ann by Pat Garcia








Hello Everyone,


It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writers' support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:



Submissions:

No submissions so far this month. I’m still pondering over whether I can find time for the WEP.  My plate is rather full because of a class I am taking. 








Charlotte, Emily, and Mary Ann




If I had to pin myself down to one genre, even though I mix in elements from other genres that I like in my writing, I would definitely say that I am a romance writer. I believe wholeheartedly that love changes people and makes miracles happen. Therefore, I do my best to write positive, realistic romance and romantic suspense stories that impact hope, faith, and acceptance in a human race that seems to be growing more and more antagonistic toward each other. 

I have to admit that I had a hard time accepting that I was a romance writer, at first. Having received a minor in Literature at what is now the acclaimed Georgia Regents University, where I studied the classics and deciphered with the microscope of my mind the books written by great authors, it shocked me. Dickens, Salinger, Fitzgerald, Conrad fascinated me, but I fell in love with Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, and Mary Ann Evans (better known as George Eliot). Their stories regenerated my mind and changed my way of thinking about relationships, physical attraction to men, and life twists that challenge you to examine yourself. 

Charlotte, Emily, and Mary Ann didn’t have it easy either in a male-dominated world,  so, when I start floundering around in the murky waters and want to complain about things that I cannot change, I get a big boost from them. 

I see their writings as romantically inclined and the inspiration I receive, after reading a passage or a chapter out of one of their books, is a stepping stone upward that inspires me to hold my head up and keep moving forward.

Wishing all of you a lovely hot month of June.

Shalom aleichem,



















Pat Garcia

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

The Ballard of the Harp-Weaver Changed My Life by Pat Garcia







Hello Everyone,


It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writers' support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:




My report: 

Rejection:

Glimmer Train: Very Short Fiction






The Ballard of the Harp-Weaver Changed My Life by Pat Garcia

I have been learning poetry by memory as long as I can remember. That’s the way the older people kept my mind busy from asking too many questions when I was little. However, I didn’t realize the role poetry would play in me discovering the power of words until I was fifteen. 

I came across the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, and it knocked me out. I remember crying as I read it.  Encountering this poem came at the appropriate time for me. Our church was scheduled to be the hostess for the Walker Baptist Church Convention in Georgia. My grandfather had asked me to recite a short poem for the closing program. He said a short poem because he knew he hadn’t given me much time to learn a long poem like The Creation by James Weldon Johnson. But I was so much in love with the Ballard of the Harp-Weaver that I gave it a go. It took me three days to impregnate that poem in my heart. 

The closing evening of the convention I stood before a packed sanctuary filled with expectancy as I stood before them empty-handed, no book, no paper to read from. As I begin to speak with my eyes observing the people sitting on the front rows, I knew the moment I had caught them up in the world of the tiny boy and his mother. 

I will never forget the quietness in the sanctuary as I got to the second to last verse with my sad, melancholy voice.

There sat my mother
  With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
  And not a day older,

A smile about her lips,
  And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
  Frozen dead.

The church gasped aloud, shocked.

I paused two or three seconds to let the reality of the words sank in their hearts and then continued with the last verse.

And piled up beside her
  And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
  Just my size
.

People jumped out of their seats clapping their hands. I received a standing ovation but more than that I realized the power of words spoken from the heart. 

Wishing all of you a lovely month of May. 

Shalom aleichem,













Pat Garcia

*The Ballard of the Harp-Weaver by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

IWSG Day, April 3, 2019, The Second to Last of Anything Syndrome by Pat Garcia









Hello Everyone,


It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writers' support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:




My report: 

Still Outstanding

Glimmer Train: Very Short Fiction












The Second to Last of Anything Syndrome by Pat Garcia

The second to the last chapter of a novel, or the second to last paragraph of a short story or a piece of flash fiction or the second to last verse of a poem gives me severe headaches.  My mind goes blank, and I shut down. I sit at my desk asking myself why I even started writing, as I go through my mood swings.

Beginnings don’t phase me. Neither do the middle passages. I confess that even the endings don’t give me headaches. It could be because I usually write the conclusion of anything I am going to write first, and then I move back to writing the beginning. But that the way I read. I start reading books by other authors in the last chapter, and then I go back and read the book or the poem, or the short story, or flash fiction from the beginning.  

I have never given it much thought as to why I do that. I just do it. 

I haven‘t figured out any solutions to deal with this queer syndrome of second to last of anything. But again, I have to be honest and say that I haven’t really looked for any solutions.   I believe everyone has quirks that no one can iron out, so I face it and deal with it every time I write, and that is A-Okay with me.

Wishing all of you a lovely month of April. 

Shalom aleichem,


















Pat Garcia

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

IWSG DAY, March 6, 2019, The Writing Perspective That Propels My Imagination









Hello Everyone,


It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writer support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:


My report:

Glimmer Train: Very Short Fiction








The Perspective That Propels My Imagination


Honestly, my answer to this question is short. I am an optimist in every sense of the word.  When people see storms, most of the time, I see the rainbows behind the storms. One of my psychology professors pinned me very well when I was studying for my master’s degree. He said, Pat jumps into the ocean without worrying about the sharks. It is when she sees them coming that she starts thinking about a way to deal with them. 

Which comes to our question of the month for the IWSG.  I always write from my protagonist point of view. Why? Because I see them as world changers beating down the sharks only when they have too. They are so optimistic about changing the world that they don’t consider the sharks unless they have to find a way to get around them.  Vision directed, they jump into the ocean and learn how to swim because they are world changers. 

Wishing all of you a lovely month of March. 

Shalom aleichem,




Pat Garcia

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

IWSG Day, January 2, 2019, An Unexpected Surprise



Hello Everyone,

Happy New Year!

It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writer support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:


My report:

No New Submissions this month






An Unexpected Surprise
I usually do not expect people to ask me about my writing. I am not privileged to live in a country where English is the primary language.  Heck, not even a third of the people I know, know that I am a writer, and that is good because my characters challenge readers to change their perceptions and therefore their lives. 

However, the funniest thing happened to me in May of 2018. I joined a small elderly knitting group to learn how to knit. This small group of elderly women has been knitting anywhere from forty to sixty years. They wholeheartedly welcomed me, a newbie, that had zero knowledge. I didn’t even know where to begin. I was really pitiful!  About four weeks into joining the group (they meet on Wednesdays), one of the ladies asked me what did I do for a living. I said I write. 

They were astonished, and the next question was about what? I gave them a small description of my book and these six women said, Oh Pat, is it in German? I told them that at first, it will be in English but who knows. That day, I received a fan club of six little elderly women who can’t wait for my book to be finished so that it can be translated into German. 

Since then, those ladies have been pulling for me, giving me courage, and hoping that the book I write will be successful. 

I have always complained to God that I was the best-hidden writer in the whole world, and nobody even knew I existed over here. Well, I can’t say that anymore. He’s led me into a group that has become my biggest fan club and my best supporters, and they don’t even speak English! 

In closing, I wish all of you an exciting year. Let us root for each other. It doesn’t matter whether we like or even read what the other writes. What matters is the heartfelt sincerity of wanting to see the other prosper. The pie is big enough for us all to have a big slice and there would still be pie left over. 

Have an awesome 2019. I’m pulling for you.

Shalom aleichem,











Pat Garcia

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

IWSG DAY, December 5, 2018, Perception by Pat Garcia








Hello Everyone,

It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writer support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:


My report:

No New Submissions this month



 Perception


Some years back, a person that I know very well gave me a piece of wisdom that I don’t think he was even aware of doing. I had told him that he missed an excellent meeting. He looked me in my eyes and said that he hadn’t missed a thing. If he were supposed to be there, he would have moved heaven and earth just to be a part of it but had been right where he was supposed to be. His answer made me think, and it helped me change my perspective about trying to be everywhere, trying to be a part of every group, and trying to do everything that everyone else did.  

His answer also forced me to look at how often I regretted or looked back on things in the past that I could not change. I began to see the wisdom of learning to live with the past and the successes and failures that it brings. 

 I began taking notes in my journal. Writing down lessons learned, so that I could profit from my successes and failures and move on. Journaling is something that I still do today. Thus, I wouldn’t want to backtrack even if I could. I’d rather keep moving forward. Returning to what was is never as satisfying as moving forward.

The Apostle Paul said it better than I could ever say it: I do not count myself to have apprehended, but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.*

Wishing all of you a lovely month of December. 
Enjoy the end of the year and be safe.  

Shalom aleichem,














Pat Garcia

*Philippians 3:13 -14, The New King James Version, Thomas Nelson, 1982







Wednesday, November 7, 2018

IWSG Day, November 7, 2018, Tweak and Finish



Hello Everyone,

It is the first Wednesday of the month, and IWSG Time. 

IWSG is a writer support group created and led by Alex Cavanaugh. It is a big help to many of us who do not mind sharing our insecurities, our successes or giving encouragement and help to others. 

So, if you are interested and would like to join, the link below will lead you directly to us:


My report:

Rejection: Glimmer Train, Very Short Fiction Story


No New Submissions this month









 Tweak and Finish


I received great feedback on my partial manuscript submitted to the NWS this year, and from Simon and Schuster too. Now, it is time to tweak and finish the manuscript in its entirety. It seems as if there is room in the literary world for me, but I will not know the earnestness until the tweaks have been made and the complete manuscript is submitted. 

Right now, I am not stressing about it. In fact, I have dived into the process with smiles on my face. If I lack anything, it is a twenty-eight-hour day instead of a twenty-four-hour day.  But the hours in my day are not going to increase so, I’m left with reprioritizing, which means giving up, or throwing out routines and schedules that are no longer profitable. In re-evaluating the dispensation of my time, I am asking myself what I need to let go of so that I can move on. These are hard decisions that bring pain because I hate goodbyes. They are changing the path of my life as I get ready to pass through the gate. 

I do know that everything changes and that nothing remains the same, but oh it is difficult to walk out this knowledge and wisdom. I stand before the gate, and like Robert Frost described so effectively in one of my favourite poems of his, I see the two roads that have emerged, and remain undaunted despite of not knowing what will happen.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Wishing all of you a lovely month of November.

Shalom aleichem,













Pat Garcia

*The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, originally published in 1916, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken