How I would write a book plus 2 sketches by me Gloria Poole,of Springfield Missouri

I am posting this here and below this are sketches I drew/painted/signed yesterday.

My words about how I would go about writing a book

by Gloria Poole,RN,artist of/in Springfield Missouri:

Know why you are writing--what you want to accomplish

Define idea

Make outline

Write first draft on paper

Find trustworthy, reliable method to process words [hardest task of all!]

"Flesh out" characters; maybe with sketches of how they should look

Research if historical book; and p.r.n.

See feedback from someone u trust [my 1st attempt at book in which I wrote 4-5 chapters in yr 2008 was ripped off web by i.d. thief; and started again in 2010 and it was either stolen entirely or erased by criminal stalker]

Think thru plot on paper

Keep "facts"straight"in book by noting dates in chapters, names of characters, places, events in separate timeline

Write every day

Complete rough draft

Revise rough draft/ edit as many times as necessary

Find graphic designer/illustrator for book cover; or draw my own

Submit manuscript to publishers

Written by me Gloria Poole, Registered Nurse, artist, a.k.a. gloriapoole; gloria.poole; gloria-poole; gloria_poole; gloria0817; gpoole817; of/in Springfield Missouri ; 23 Aug 2021 at 9:34am.

Sketches I drew yesterday and painted and signed and photographed and uploaded and Copyrighted:

My on-going effort to draw things that are round, that look three dimensional and to promote the concept of green living plants; and to improve my skills. Copyright.

My drawing of abstract yesterday that I drew, painted,signed,put yr on; photographed, uploaded and copyright now.

My handwritten copyright notice for all art/drawings/sketches/paintings/words/essays/articles/blog posts/tweets/poems/"clip art"/graphics/designs I create or have ever created in any place, with any technique/tool/brush/pen/ink/pencil/computer/method/genre, which applies to all blogs of mine, which I create one by one and do not conform to each other--each blog is unique in other words and some have one purpose of art and others have politics, prolife news, publich health; including:

https://gloriapoole.blogspot.com

https://artist-gloriapoole.blogspot.com

https://gloriapoole-paintings.logspot.com

https://words-that-Work-LLP.blogspot.com

https://Prolife-Nurse.blogspot.com

https://gpoole817.blogspot.com

https://lifes-entertainment.blogspot.com

https://gloriapoole-RN-artist.blogspot.com, which is my public health blog I write as Registered Nurse.

https://tapestry-of-life-LLP.blogspot.com

https://mini-exhibition.blogspot.com

https://cartooning-by-gloriapoole.blogspot.com

Posted today 27 Sept 2021 at 6:58am by me Gloria Poole,Registered Nurse, artist, writer/blogger/cartoonist/photographer, from my own private, not shared apartment in Springfield Missouri, where I have lived since 1st Oct 2018; using my own computer(s), router(s), tablets, smartphones, feature phones, etc.

Abstract drawing by me Gloria Poole of Springfield, Missouri

I drew this while "just piddling" as my mother {MJBP} would have called it. I signed it and photographed it and uploaded it also. Copyright: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO ME GLORIA POOLE, REGISTERED NURSE, ARTIST IN ALL MEDIUMS, WRITER, CARTOONIST AT TIMES, AUTHOR. You may not copy, nor reproduce, nor print any content of mine. Springfield, Missouri, 15 Nov 2019 at 10:51am.

Sunday Morning written by Gloria Poole of Springfield,Missouri

Here is my "poem" I wrote this morning. It's self explanatory.

Sunday Morning
written by me Gloria Poole aka gloria0817 and gloriapoole and gloria.poole and gloria_poole

Seven a.m.
Sunday morning
on my balcony.
From here
the stillness is palpable.

The quiet hangs
in the air
like a curtain.
No traffic
on the artery.

And the heliport beacon
flashes two at a time
in the morning fog.

A black bird
soars from its perch
on the edge of
a tall building
and spreads its wings
into elegant flight.

A lone car
sits in the parking lot
across the street
by the crepe myrtle
silhouetted by pink and green.

No human in sight
on the walking path
by the majestic trees
clothed in green

With branches reaching
to the heavens
like up-raised hands
of praise.

The city's night lights
are off
and look forlorn
against the blue-grey clouds.

Ah! I breathe in deeply
and feel the tension go.
I am safe
in this little niche corner
of the world
for the time being.

A yellow cab van
comes tentatively
down the artery
toward me
then past,
to their waiting human.

A butterfly fluttered by
and a jet
roars overhead
headed to outskirts
where airport is.

The copse of trees
to my left
are so impressive
that I study them

Every time
I sit on my balcony.
Two of them are pines,
the long leaf kind.

And they are side by side
intertwined
like a married couple.
The branches of one
interspersed among the branches
of the other
and vice versa.
Ever green.

And the other two trees
tightly knit are different
and voluptuously full of leaves,
fuller at the top
blocking out the sky.

And I wonder,
"could I plant my peach trees there?"
Would the matronly looking tree
watch over them?
Or would the four sets
of roots starve them?

The top branches of the pines
have finger-like needles
on foot long skinny stems
of wood,
like hands with fingers spread
making a visual
against the brightening sky.

The storm cloud shaped like
a Pillsbury dough boy
of a dark grey
moves over the trees
and morphs before my eyes.

Someone's air conditioner
sounds like a jet
on the tarmac
revving up for take-off.

And I think,
"that air conditioner
is struggling to cool
the humid air."

The storm cloud
changes shape again
and now looks like
a rectangular box
with clothes thrown in,
lumpy edges.

Traffic is beginning.
The hour has changed.
Now the storm cloud
looks like
a woman's wedding dress

With cap sleeves,
full bodice,
a bustle
and a long flowing skirt.
Then it dissolves.

The ribbon of the sidewalk
spanning the green
carpet of grass
curves to the left,
then back right
and then vanishes.

A car drives to the dumpster
and its trunk pops open
and a person exits
and removes two plastic bags
and puts them in
and then drives off.

And I think ,
"do people five hundred yards
from a dumpster
drive to it?"
It seems so.

Someone drives the artery
without a muffler,
and its raucous
this time of day.
A sound that diverts
my attention.

Now the dark clouds
are arranged
in front of me,
like eleven tree shapes
in a row!
I counted them.

"The heavens declare the glory of GOD"
The Holy Bible says,
and it's true.

The delicate blues, silver and greys
that are drops of water
arranged by GOD's own hand
always fascinate me.

The three flags
on the huge building
next to where the black bird flew
are still,
just there
on their poles:

The U.S., the Missouri
and the family crest.
And I am reminded
of an image
I saw long ago.

Of The Queen's flag
flying
from the turret,
to announce,
she's in residence.

The quiet is gone.
Cars, trucks and motorcycles
buzz by.
So does an ambulance.

The loud
air conditioner
is back ON!
The spell is broken.

Today is 11 August 2019 and it is 10:26am, central time.
I celebrated my "happy birthday yesterday not my real birthday" to quote one of my grand-daughters.

Gloria Poole, Registered Nurse, artist, writer, author, blogger, tweeter, painter, cartoonist occasionally; white divorced twice, Christian woman, U.S. citizen, Springfield, Missouri