JusJoJa: 14 January 2020: Publish

Our new prompt for today, January 14, is Publish

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To publish a book or even a blog post takes a lot of time. I’m not going to say that using long hours to publish is a waste of time. It seems that publishing is a long journey up to when the book is published. I’ve tried my hand at publishing a few e-books and one hard copy. I first published an ebook on my flash fiction pieces. That wasn’t a big success because I didn’t have a programme to send a pdf to create space. At the end I published it and it didn’t look good. Then I did an Afrikaans ebook through Smashwords which was/is much better. This is a book on what I have written every week on the challenge run by myself. Not bad, but I put hours and more hours in for some weeks to publish it. I am also part of a writing group where we write our memories on our past. I’ve got heaps of writing. Every year we publish (print) a book, taking about six to ten of our stories written during the year. 

The year before last I decided to publish the first part of my Memoirs. I published the stories of my first six years. I used the old “create space” and made a hard copy in print on demand and then also an eBook at the same time. I enjoyed publishing this book. When I hold it in my hand I am proud to say that it looks good. My friends also said it was worth publishing the story of my life. I’m now busy with my schooling years. Halfway with my primary years. It’s still a long way from publishing, but I enjoy working on my memoirs. 

Just Me: A Memoir by [Kruger, Ineke]
First part of my memoirs.

Just Me: A Memoir Kindle Edition

by Ineke Kruger (Author)

JusJoJan: 6 th January 2020: Possibility

It’s Monday, and the 6th day of Just Jot it January 2020! Your prompt today comes to you from Jill at J-Dubs Grin and Bear It. Thank you so much, Jill! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And if you’re not already following her, do so while you’re there!

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 6th, 2020, is “possibility.” Use the word “possibility” any way you’d like. Have fun!

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Here in New Zealand there is a great possibility of feeling an earthquake once in a while. The scientists can predict a quake but there is always a possibility of untimely quakes. If you have a look at the information from https://www.geonet.org.nz/earthquake you will see that there are many possibilities of quakes happening.

Then there is also the possibility of a tsunami, depending on the strength or depth of the quake. 

 When thinking about nature there could always be a possibility for a disaster. Example: the bush fires in Australia are caused by different circumstances; possible high temperatures, strong winds and dryness of the bush. Then at the moment, the fires have the possibility to form fire spouts which can form their own lightning in the clouds of smoke.

Possibilities are legio.

JusJoJan: 3rd January 2020: Poke


Jack, flat on his back, on the floor of the bar thought:

“What happened? Where am I.”

He opened his eyes. Good heavens that can’t be possible. A giant man stood over him. He poked Jack with his thick fleshy finger:

“Get up! NOW, you want to poke me? Well, that’s your own medicine back little fellow.” 

That was the end of Jack’s poking ways.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 3rd, 2020, is “poke.” Find a word with “poke” in it or use the word “poke” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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NaNoWriMo: Day 21 and 40 000+ words

National Novel Writing Month

Update since day thirteen

Day 14 November

Work and teaching:

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First teaching job Brakpan + Hennops River 1513 words

Total 26 911 words

Day 15 November

Teaching Potgietersrus 1758

Total 28 666 words

Day 16 November

Teaching Secunda 1525

Total 30 191 words

Day 17 November

Teaching Potgietersrus 1818

Total 32 009 words

Day 18 November

Teaching Hebron Model School 1845

Total 33 854 words

Day 19 November

Hostel adventures Potgietersrus 1945

Total 35 799 words

Day 20 November

Operations, accidents

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Depression Back operation 2o46

Total 37 845 words

Day 21 November

Hospital experiences 2622

Total 40 467 words

NaNoWriMo: Halfway 25 395 words, yeah!

National Novel Writing Month

Day eleven:

November 11; 2017 words

Still on people I met and befriended in Potgietersrus.

Day twelve:

November 12: 1706 words

Changes in South Africa after democratic elections.

Newspaper clippings

Day thirteen:

November 13: 1876 words

Concerts during my teaching career.

Working in libraries as librarians.

Total word count for thirteen days:

I DID IT: 25 395 words HALF WAY of 50 000.

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NaNoWriMo: Day 3. Animal behaviour.

National Novel Writing Month

November 3: Day three 2733 words

Gives a total of 6354 words of the 50 000 words

This time I completed my animal adventures by explaining becoming an animal behaviourist. My interest is dogs and how they react on human interference in their way of living as domestic animals.

NANOWRIMO: Day two Animals

National Novel Writing Month

November 2: 1959 words

Gives me 3621 words for two days.

I wrote about Animals in my life.

  • Milk Goats
  • Dogs : Alaskan Malamutes, Miniature Schnauzers, Boerboel.

Tomorrow I’m going on with Animals and tell about qualifying as an animal behaviourist.

n Oupa storie. A Grandpa story

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My memoirs is besig om nader te beweeg aan die tweede deel nl my laerskool tydperk. Ek het vandag heerlik terug gedink aan my oupa wat by ons kom kuier het. Ek was toe so nege en n half jaar oud. Oupa het vir ons kom kuier vanuit Holland.

n Oupa Storie

Oupa S. het vir ons kom kuier net kort na ons Erasmia toe getrek het. Hy was redelik kort van draad gewees. Ek was maar skrikkerig vir hom omdat hy en Pappa nogal gereeld argumente gehad het. Tog het ek hom geniet. Hy het meestal in die middae op n spesifieke stoel gesit en n rukkie gedut. As hy weer wakker was kon ek op sy skoot kom sit. Hy het dan meestal die mooiste stories vertel. Dit was n hele ritueel om te besluit watter storie hy sou vertel. Hy het altyd n swart baret, skeef oor sy eenkant van sy kop getrek, gedra.

Sodra ek op sy skoot sit haal hy die baret af:“Kom, soek nou eers vir ons n storie uit!” en gee die baret vir my.

Ek sit dit oor my gesig en kyk.

“Watter een Ineke? Sien jy iets wat die moeite werd is?” Hy vat die baret en hou dit voor sy gesig.

“A, wat dink jy van daardie ene aan die linkerkant? Dit klink vir my of dit n avontuur is!” Hy gee die baret terug aan my om weer te kyk.

Ek kyk. “Oupa ek sien hom. Ooo, dit gaan n mooi verhaaltjie wees. Kyk gou weer!”

So het ons dan n storie uit sy hoed gehaal.

As mens die baret so voor jou gesig hou sien mens klein gaatjies waar die lig deurkom. Dit, was al die stories gewees en daar was baie.

Elke middag na skool en nadat Oupa sy uiltjie geknip het, het ons twee eers n heerlike storie uurtjie gehad.

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My Grandpa

My memoirs are moving closer to the second part, called my primary school period. Today I remembered my grandfather who came to visit us. I was nine and a half years old. Grandpa came to visit us from Holland.

A Grandpa Story

Grandpa S.  visited us shortly after we moved to Erasmia. He was pretty short of thread. I was scared of him at times because he and dad often had arguments. Yet, I enjoyed his company. He usually sat in a certain chair for a while in the afternoons having a nap. If he woke up, I could sit on his lap. He then would tell the most wonderful stories. It was a whole ritual to decide what story he would tell. He always wore a black beret, crooked over his one side of his head.

As soon as I sat on his lap, he removed the beret: “Come, have a look if you can find our story!” And gave me the beret.

I put it over my face and looked.

“Which one Ineke? Do you see something worthwhile? ” He took the beret back and held it in front of his face.

“Ah, what do you think of that one on the left? It sounds like it’s an adventure story! ”   He gave the beret back to me to look again.

I looked. “Grandpa I see it. Oh, it’s going to be a good one. Have a look again! ”

That was how we took a story out of his hat each time.

If you keep the beret in front of your face, you see tiny pinpoint holes through which the light shines. Those dots were all the stories, and believe me, there were many.

Every afternoon, after school, and after Oupa had his nap, we both had a wonderful story hour.

School Stories: Completed books with own stories

After six weeks of writing stories during the school’s Enrichment periods, each child had a book as an end product. The ages of the writers ranged between eight and ten.

The students thoroughly enjoyed writing the stories.

Hard at work, writing stories.

Eleven manuscripts.

Proud writers.( The twins were absent)