Here’s to 2013 a Thank You from me to you

This year was filled with so many kind people, I know I could not have made it through without you!

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Most of the year I was here

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Toothaches, kidneys and near death oh my!

From the local elementary school I caught a cold I thought was the flu

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Until the flu invaded and taught me the error of my assumption.

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You were always there for me though.

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Through the silence of my madness you were the perma-lift supporting my recovery!

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I felt the beauty of your support and thank you all!

The highs and lows of my writing were celebrated and sympathized by all, I thank you for showing me

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There were letters ending in Thank you, Best of luck, Best regards and my favorite Warm regards (not being sarcastic). I completely felt warmly regarded

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and sallied forth with my writing career, eventually pulling a rabbit out of my hat.

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I was ecstatic to add playwright to my resume

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Okay, it wasn’t quite Shakespeare but I felt the love nonetheless!

Thank you DYSPLA,

DYSPLA Festival

Decoding Dyslexia and many others

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for ending the year with a bang!

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There were parties I went to and new people I met.

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There were great e-mails and new friendships made

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You will find us on life’s pier saluting the naysayers Braveheart style

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With the year at an end, I have plenty to look forward to.

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There are several projects on my table, some may cost me my life

Others may only leave me hungry.

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All in all, I am looking forward to 2014 and all mayhem these projects will bring.

Hope to see you there,

 

DyslexicWhisper

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DYSPLA Festival 2013


Hello dyslexic comunity,

My name is Kellee Farr or Dyslexicwhisper on social media. I am a dyslexic author based in California, best known for my poem on the Yale Center for Dyslexia and Creativity, Dyslexic Words.

This year the DYSPLA Festival in London will be featuring my monologue in their Whispering Theater project. This is a great honor as they will have an actor reading my work in front of an audience throughout their festival, 11 – 17 Nov. 2013. My monologue is about the education systems roll in the dyslexic’s self image and embracing your dyslexia. Written in a catchy rhythm liken to Dr. Seuss. It is titled Maverick, Mother or Monster, after this years DYSPLA theme. They have also asked that I hand write the monologue so they can use it in The Letters Project, DYSPLA will be a part of Cambridge Dyslexia Exhibit Oct. 18, 2013.

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LISTING INFO:
GALA Fundraiser Night 11th November: Tickets £25.00
(Includes Wine, Food and Weekly Festival Pass)
Performance Nights: 12-17th November: Tickets £12 in advanced/£15.00 on the door

For more info or to get involved please email: dyspla @ gmail.com www.dysthelexi.com
Venue: Camden Peoples Theatre, 58-60 Hampstead Rd  London NW1 2PY
2013 Viral Campaign: https://vimeo.com/72431221

The DYSPLA Festival celebrates the work and lives of dyslexic story makers, they are amazing advocates in our dyslexic community. I have had a great many e-mails of young adults and adults alike that are looking for a community where they can come together, as the amazing dyslexics they are, for support and friendship. From India to the USA I have met more dyslexics with a need for a voice. I believe it is in the humble accomplishments like my part in the DYSPLA Festival that will open these doors and give courage to others.

Thank you and all the best. I love our dyslexic community, Kellee Farr @Dyslexicwhisper

I would like to thank

DYSPLA Festival  DYSPLA Festival 

MSFT Management/Prod MSFT Management/Prod ‏

 Decoding Dyslexia NC

Decoding Dyslexia PA Decoding Dyslexia PA ‏   http://decodingdyslexiapa.org/?p=445

  Decoding Dyslexia – NY

Decoding Dyslexia VA  Decoding Dyslexia VA ‏

Decoding Dyslexia OR Decoding Dyslexia OR

 Decoding Dyslexia – CA

Decoding Dyslexia WV Decoding Dyslexia WV 

Decoding Dyslexia MA Decoding Dyslexia MA ‏

 Decoding Dyslexia DE

Gianandrea Poracin Gianandrea Poracin http://paper.li/papi4dsa/1318285542 … 

 The World of Dyslexia

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RemyRemy  usethebrainsgodgivou usethebrainsgodgivou

Cheryl Clemens Cheryl Clemens Steven Barry Steven Barry ‏

 J Dewayne Pierce Author     Nick Sheridan Nick Sheridan

For their support on my behalf!

The Difference Between 19.84% and 20% Blood Loss!

What is the difference and why should you care?

I will tell you. The difference is whether you get a transfusion or you are left to grow those little red blood cells yourself. Which is like watching water boil, when you forget to turn on the burner. 

You should care because if you ever find yourself in this predicament (having lost 19.86% of your blood instead of the required 20%) I strongly urge you to punch yourself in the nose. The pain will be worth the long time period of feeling brain dead and being so tired you have to pinch yourself just to know you’re still among the living.

The back story is insane but long story short, I’d been bleeding internally for two months and instead of looking in the mirror and seeing my pale skin as an indication of my health (or linking it to my nearly passing out everywhere I went) I added more foundation till I looked like Tan-Mom and told myself to try harder. Try harder to get the house clean, keep the kids entertained and write on little writer. Never mind my vision going or the numbing of my limbs. I was a trooper and sure it was my hard life making me weary nothing more. I did not know I was half dead. Or would that be 19.86% dead? Not sure but I was a walking, dysfunctional, hot mess! 

In my defense, I didn’t have enough cogs turning in my oxygen deprived brain to figure all this out. Nor did I have money for the insurance co-pay. I was saving for my daughter’s new glasses. She had been without them all summer. It was right before school and I was determined to get them for her. Cha-ching! I almost became a martyr of my own life. 

I tried to keep up my social networking but lost my drive. I stopped reading altogether! My children would point out how tired I look all the time and I would look in the mirror and think, more foundation.

My parents came to see me and in true grandparent form they paid for my daughter’s back-to-school needs. Unbeknownst to them, they saved my life. I had an appointment with a Doctor in less than 24 hours (after speaking with an advise nurse) easily paying the co-pay with my unspoken for cash. The doctor fixed me up with an “easy” outpatient procedure and in two days I was on the mend. “On the mend” being the slowest process in the known world.  

 I watched a million documentaries and stared holes in my walls. I chose one piece of writing and worked through blurry eyes to accomplish my goals.  They diagnosed me with Vertigo from the oxygen deprivation, other than that and being tongue tied all the time I am almost back to my old self. 

Thank you all for your patients and support!

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~DyslexicWhisper Kellee Bishop Farr

Sunshine Award

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What a wonderful way to begin my week! Thank you Melissa Gaines for the nomination.                                                                     Melissa Gaines Twitter link: @melGmow 

The fact that you thought of my blog fills my world with sunshine! Your triumphs in life have helped and inspire me. What a beautiful person you are. I encourage all to check out Melissa’s blog:

Forever Fitting In

After receiving the nomination, the blogger must:

1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger;
2. Share 11 random facts about yourself;
3. Answer 11 questions the nominating blogger has created for you;
4. List 11 bloggers. They should be bloggers that you believe deserve some recognition and a little blogging love!
5. Post 11 questions for the bloggers that you nominated to answer; and
6. Let all of the bloggers know that they’ve been nominated. You cannot nominate the blogger that nominated you.

11 Random Facts

  1. I have sixteen siblings. Although I have not lived with all of them they are dear to my heart.
  2. My mother is my idol and my father is my hero!
  3. I have been scalped. lol. I was in a car accident when I was eight-months pregnant. Just before my head went through the windshield it wiped the controls from the ceiling, in return, scalping me. 360 stitches and a reverse mo-hawk later, I was in possession of my scalp again.
  4. The things that make my world worth living: family, sarcasm, documentaries, history and writing.
  5. I love writing classes. Looking forward to this fall!
  6. I studied Maria Montessori in college and accidentally found the keys to my learning style.
  7. My sister, Jeni, is an endless source of pride for me. Her accomplishments and life are awe-inspiring.
  8. Whenever I go to target I open a box of crayons and smell them. Best ever!

     9. I was Prom Queen, Class President and Activities Director at my tiny high school.

    10. One of the best things in life is playing tag with little kids. I use to be a party host at a children’s play center (four years ago). Instead of awkward small talk with the adults I would lead the children in a game of extreme-tag using the giant play structure. I can run up a double slide doing a sharp 180 at the top launching myself back down ending in an impressive four foot double hop at the bottom. All without being caught by 30 maniac 5 year-olds. Now that my friends is living!

     11. I’ve loved wearing hats since I was a toddler.

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11 Questions: (Nominees: Please answer these same questions)

What’s your favorite meal of the day — breakfast, lunch or dinner?

The one that I did not have to make!

 What’s your favorite fruit?

My older sister Sandy. LOLOL

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

A stunt woman. My cousin Tony would tie a rope to his bike and race off with me on my skates holding on for dear life. I thought I was headed for stardom. He would also hold on to my hand and foot twirling as quickly as possible, finally launching me into the prickly bushes. He was one year older and five times my size. Best memories EVER! (not being sarcastic)

What quality do you find most attractive in others? 

Humor.

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What’s your favorite sport? 

Extreme exercising with Sandy. (Biking for 7 hours. Full contact brownie grabbing.) She built an air-conditioned, exercise/movie theater room in her backyard. No seats, just cardio-machines and flat screen/surround sound. Downton Abbey Marathon here we come.

What’s your favorite candy? 

The kind I sneak into a theater.

What’s your favorite online shopping website?

Amazon

What’s your pet peeve?

People that never took the time to get to know me but don’t like me.

Winter, spring, summer or fall? 

Fall in California. Smells sooo wonderful!

How many pairs of shoes do you have?

No idea. I don’t wear shoes unless I have to. But I love boots and I have a pair of HEELYS. lol

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The Blogs I Nominate Are:

 You should visit their blogs.  Support the worlds starving bloggers and don’t forget to “like” and share.
~Dyslexicwhisper

Calling All Grammar Nazis and Kind Perfectionists

You, yes, you. The ones that read my work and think, goodness how did she miss that?  Thank you for your kindness! Despite the errors you have followed, commented, liked and support me!

In my experience, people know I am dyslexic and overlook these imperfections. I also know there are those that read my work, and, like an itch that cannot be reached they suffer from the grammatical, punctual and misspelled typos. Bless your hearts for coming back despite the itch.

This is a call to action, a way of letting you know I don’t want you to suffer. Even though you’ve been wonderful thus far.

I am offering you a lifetimes supply of my all-purpose Grammar Cream! So, go on, sooth that itch! It works with any error found throughout my blog. That’s right, every page!!

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If you read my work and find an error, whip out that cream and feel free to leave a comment. I find people that read my work to be very kind. They are wonderful people who have laughed along with my goofy posts and appreciate it unconditionally. That being said, I know there are people out there that see what I cannot. This cream is for you my friend!

I do understand that my writing can be riddled with errors. I’m not suggesting to edit everything. But, if you come across something that gnaws at you by all means put it in the comments. Trust me when I say, I will remember an editor that ‘gets’ me, when my latest manuscript is ready. Or, a friend that needs help promoting their work.  Go ahead and pick as many errors as you must, in order to sooth your itch. Even if you shyly pick the one that irritates you most, I will not only change said error but be grateful as well.

So, dig in and then sit back while I look through the corrections and face palm in multiple aha moments. I love you all for the wonderful support you have showered on my writing. But, I would like to let you know I have incredibly thick skin (that unfortunately never has this itch).

Who am I kidding, you will need enough! Love you all!!

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If you are one of the lucky professionals that work as an editor, feel free to leave your information and links in the comment section.

~Dyslexicwhisper

Passwords, Captchas and the blood of a virgin!

SO, I have scoured the internet and landed on a blog worthy of my time. Worthy of being e-mailed directly to my inbox. Maybe even worthy of  adding to my tool bar! THAT worthy!

I am seconds from unlocking the wisdom of others. Uncovering the truths that elude me.

They assure me, with just a couple of easy clicks, I will be a priority member of this amazing cult blog. The blog police just have to make sure I am human. Insert captcha request.

OUT COMES MY INNER DYSLEXIC NINJA!

I’ve got this!

SCPAIVI    …. No ….

No worries. I come at it full force!

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SCUMMY …. NO!…. Shit! I regroup… and focus…

 ….    

SCRUMDILLIUMPTIOUS …..NO!!……  Now I’m lost!

I start looking for words in the dictionary, thesaurus and Holy Bible.

I question myself… always wondering…if the blog really is ALL that it claims to be?  if so, why must I suffer to obtain this information? Is this an academic club that will forever be out of reach?

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I pull out all the stops and find the unstoppable true ninja within. Giving it one last try.

     

…. SCRAM …..

The world unlocks!

  Everything within reach.

…..AFTER I verify my email! WHAT?!?! Really!

Easy enough. I go to my email account. Clever dyslexic that I am, I bypass the “sign in” page because I store the ID and password on my computer that  my horrific memory cannot. Only to be denied once again.

Not me! Dyslexic Ninja to the rescue!

My ID comes easy enough. I start to type and the computer remembers the rest.

The password is a different story.

I search my memory for what was going on in my life around the time of the last password change. I try: CHOColate …. An error message comes up saying this is not my password.

I think and revise to: CHOColateNOW! Nothing…

I try: FoCusGrAsShOpPeR

… Not a chance!   The computer helpfully reminds me I changed my password 36 days ago.

I give the computer a mental B***H SLAP! And press the “Forgot your password” option.

The computer gives me the choice of answering three of my six secret questions. SCORE! I got this, right?!?! I mean these questions were chosen by me and they are about me. How can anything go wrong?

The first choice: What is your favorite color.

Lock. Load. Fire! Green, baby! My favorite color is green! Two to go.

I scroll to choose the next question.

My other options: What was your third grade teachers name?

My third grade teacher. hmmm. Did I even know how to spell her name then? And if I get the right spelling do I need to capitalize the first letter?

NEXT!

What color panties are you wearing?

My panties?!? I’m wearing my Tuesday panties! But… Was it Tuesday when my sarcastic ass thought of this question??? Skip!

Who was your childhood best friend?

What was your first pet’s name?

And finally, How much wood can a wood chuck chuck?

My mind starts to race, my hands clammy.

I go for the best friend question and type in her name. Nope! Wait! What? Oh yeah, I used her nick name. I spell out Samwisegamgee, not seeing the humor that I am sure had me rolling when I made this brilliant decision 36 days ago!

After the sadistic image of me kicking a wood chuck races through my mind, I enter my childhood pet’s name. O’Guy.

I am taken to the password changing page. After filling the requirements that my password must contain an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, a hieroglyph and the blood of a virgin

   

I gather these necessary elements for the complex new password and am finally redirected to the much anticipated holy grail of blogs, I anxiously await the first topic:

101 writing tips!

ARGHHHHHH!

I think I owe a virgin an apology!

~Dyslexicwhisper

I fall in love with sentences.

Writing for me is not about emotion, although I do hope my writing evokes emotion in my readers. Writing for me is defining something right down to the nano-essence. If I am writing about what I know it becomes a mind game, a type of puzzle to find the words (not always successfully), the exact words that define what I see into a sentence. I am not talking about a description of what is going on in my writing. I am talking about setting forth the meaning of an action or thought in a poetic way that captures all of the senses.

When my characters are evolving I journey with them, like a ghost on their shoulder in the movie of their life. I write when I can feel as well as hear what is going on.

My process and challenge is to take the picture in my imagination, finding the precise wording that will make me fall in love with my sentence (Random Kellee fact number one: I fall in love with sentences), turning my precise wording into sentences the reader can form back into pictures enabling them to escape into my world for a brief time.   I want the reader to see what I see and this brings me back to falling in love with my sentences.

I know I have achieved my goal if I love my sentence. I will want to read it over and over. I will want to devote all my time to it living in its world and escaping reality. And that gives me a nerdy little electrical rush through my body.