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Monday, June 10th, 2013

Prompt: Watch this short, hilarious video:

If you have any trouble this link, type: Norwegian cheesedoodles in youtube’s search window. Bet you never used those two words side by side before!

Now write about BLISS. Quiet bliss, big noisy bliss, your bliss, your character’s bliss, any bliss at all.




Twofer: Two Prompts

Monday, April 1st, 2013

Two prompt ideas to get the juices flowing:


Imagine you or your character winning an award or a prize. What would it be? What does it change? Or what if you or your character didn’t win a coveted prize?




Think about the most interesting, intriguing, puzzling or mysterious person you have ever met in real life, either in passing or someone you know well. Write a short piece about that person or incorporate him/her into a scene or a character.





Two thousand miles east

Tuesday, March 19th, 2013
Giganto yard sale was just part of the dismantling.

Giganto yard sale was just part of the dismantling.

This essay was written in response to Nadine’s most recent prompt: Treasures We Cannot Let Go:

Recently, I moved. Packed up and drove across Interstate 40, two thousand miles to the east.

I dismantled twenty years and twenty-two hundred square feet of house and belongings. Hint: I love my stuff. I do not have any Zen bones in my body. But for this move, I had to seriously let go of a lot of goods.

I sold two refrigerators, two wood stoves, an oven, a front-loading Sears washing machine that they don’t make anymore. Beds, cupboards and bookshelves, a vintage yellow kitchen table given to me by an old friend who had taste. Many rustic outdoor items – a Mexican table, an antique food warmer contraption, a heavy blue bench that has been in my studio since 1981. Four solid oak schoolroom chairs – antiques! -given to me by an old boyfriend in 1985.

I sold half-full gallon cans of my favorite colors of house paint – the colors in my adobe house in the Ponderosa woods, perched on the upward slope of the second largest mesa on earth.

I trimmed my holiday decorations from ten large boxes to six, and let go of my extra Christmas tree stand. Someday, I know I will need it because I have been wanting to have two trees for years. I sorted through my collection of rubberstamps and out of five thousand of them, I found twenty-five I didn’t need or want anymore.

I sold a blender and a juicer, and all my old sets of dishes and two tea kettles, and my five teapots.

I sold my 16’ ladder, my orange wheelbarrow, all my hoes and rakes – even the ones I’d painted in stripes and colors….and five boxes of tiles for mosaic-making. AAARRRGGHHH.

I sold off all my artist stretcher bars! My easel made in Italy that I bought in 1983 when I graduated from the Academy. I gave away and sold off oil paintings I’d done early in my career, that showed my first apartments and gardens, and paintings that featured my first tableware as a married woman. I have a thing for beautiful tableware.

I had a professional closet-raider come in. I traded her a vintage fiesta skirt that never fit me but was given to me by my dearest friend, who lives far away now. Ms. Closet-Raider insisted I consign and give away easily one-third to one-half of my clothing and about a dozen pairs of shoes I wish I’d kept to make shrines out of. And the hats! So many hats – feathers, straw, velvet  – from so many places I’ve been, and I look great in hats, and I looked really good in all of them.

The professional made me go through my cedar chest with the lifetime memory clothes in it, and this is where I drew the line in my own sandy mind. I pretended to agree with her advice and made piles to give away or sell. The satin maternity top my mother made me using a fabric printed with images of Chinese courtesans. All my cowgirl dresses –  small, flowery prints, long to the ankle –  that I bought when I first arrived in Santa Fe from the East. They haven’t fit me since 1997, so, of course, it would be best to let them go – what’s the point? My senior prom dress! White organza, made for me with hand-stitched pearls on the hem and the empire waistline, by a high school mentor (long story). My pink velvet junior prom dress! What’s the point of holding on to these things? They are not even costumes. They don’t fit now and they won’t ever fit me again!! She was so right.

Then we came to The Dress. The most important dress in the world, my world. The dress that is the color of the sea in Bora Bora. The dress I spent the most money on that I had spent on a garment, ever. The dress I bought in Italy, in Venice.

I would not even lie to the professional closet person about it. This dress stays with me. It fit me once; does not fit now; not likely that it will fit me ever again…I do not care!!

I was traveling alone in Europe and I had never travelled alone. I was there on the scholarship money I’d won upon graduation from the well-endowed Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. The only string on that prize was that I had to travel for ten weeks anywhere in the world I wanted to go. Everybody should be granted in this way, at least once in a lifetime.

At the time, I was the 31-year-old mother of two young sons. I dropped the boys off at their dad’s house on my way to the airport heading to Paris, first.

I was three weeks into my trip when I spotted the Aqua Dream in a tiny shop on Piazza San Marcos, Venezia, Italia. An angora knit, it fit me like a glove. Long sleeves, a double skirt just to the knees. So incredibly classy, sexy, Italian.

That I bought that dress – and I knew I would buy it the moment I saw it – so beautiful, so expensive, so sensuous – after years of shopping the racks at Goodwill Industries and “don’t be silly” and “where will you wear it” and “what do you need that for” and “later, later, maybe someday”…….. it was a turning point, a landmark.

I’ve worn it a few times. Mostly in the house alone. A few times with a lover. A few times out into the world when I felt very glad to be alive.  If I live long enough to get very frail and I die in one piece, perhaps I can be buried in it.

After the Closet Person left, I waited 3 days, then put all the other life memory clothes back into the cedar chest and the two strong mover guys easily carried it into the truck.

——end——-                                        Copyright 2012  Barbara Mayfield  All rights reserved.


On Seeing

Monday, March 18th, 2013

Sometimes praise for your work from those whose approval you crave can be cryptic and confusing. In this illuminating personal essay, Newbury Award winner Kate diCamillo shares how she learned good writing is one thing and good SEEING is quite another.


Blog Hop: The Next Big Thing

Tuesday, March 12th, 2013


Works-in-progress are often solitary, almost secretive, things until one launches them into the great, wide world. What a treat to share now! Thanks to Barbara Mayfield, author of ‘Mrs. Ipweet and Me’, via NancyKay Wessman and the Blog Hop gang for this great opportunity.


1: What is the working title of your book(s)?

‘Lint.’ And it might stay that way. So far, I like it. Book titles often come at mysterious times in mysterious places.


2: Where did the idea for the book originate?

The idea to write about a kid growing up in a big family at a time and place when most families are small came from real life. I am number 7 of 8 kids.


3: Under what genre does your book come?

Middle grade mystery. This may sound strange after reading answer #2, but it is precisely because Lint is in a big family that she is inspired to stand out in the crowd as the World’s Greatest Detective.


4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Wow. What a question! Hmmm, the female equivalent of Beaver Cleaver would play Lint. And 12-year-old  John Belushi would play Adrian, Lint’s pain in the keister class-mate, new neighbor, and partner-in-sleuthing.


5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A girl who feels about as useful as a dust mote determines to become the World’s Greatest Detective only to discover she can be the world’s greatest at something far more important: herself.


6: Will your book be self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?

I’ll self-publish. As much as I’d love to hear those golden words, “We want to represent your work.” it’s been a thrill to travel around the Great Wall of Rejection and find a happy audience.


7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I’m still working on it! If I focused singularly, I would guess a 6 weeks to two months. But I’m a professional plate spinner with many on the go, one of which is illustrating a new picture book that I wrote, called ‘Pussycat, Pussycat’.


8: To what other books within your genre would you compare this story?

‘Great Brain’ meets ‘Because of Winn-Dixie’.


9: Who or what inspired you to write this? 

As a kid, I loved reading about other kids in different situations than my own and thought it would be fun to share some of what it was like to grow up in a huge family. Also when I’m going through a personal growth spurt, my new-found ‘ah-ha’s’ tend to inpire my writing. My big light bulb moments lately have been in the realm of introverts and extroverts. It’s an extrovert’s world out there yet up to half the U.S population is introverted, just like Lint. Introverts unit! (Doubtful there will be  any noisy rallies any time soon!)

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Precious Stuff

Monday, March 11th, 2013

My French teacher moves a lot. She grew up in a small Swiss town and has lived in Zurich, Geneva, Paris, Berlin, NYC, upstate NY, Colorado and Santa Fe. Most recently she moved to CA and as she was packing, she she found an old coat that she has followed her to many places despite the fact that she never wears it. As someone who who travels light she considered finally letting it go, but she could not.


The coat reminds her of the dream she once had to live in Manhattan. She saw herself in this camel hair, swinging a brief case while stepping to her job as a graphic designer. She full-filled that dream long ago and was glad to move on. Yet the coat remains.


My teacher inspired me to look around and see what I cannot part with:


  • ‘Tell Me, Cat’  an old picture book, it’s cover long torn off, that mesmerized me as a child, written and stitched by Ellen Fisher and Virginia Tiffany. It’s photographs of cats before stitchery backgrounds that suggest what adventures each feline might have. I think I loved it because each page was a prompt sending my imagination to work rather than doing it all for me.
  • 1967 edition of Hans Christian Andersen, my hero of fiction
  • a pink attaché case my older brother brought me from Harrods of London when I was an un-traveled 19 year old.


The prompt for today is:


From what is it that you/ someone you know/ your character will not or cannot part?



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You or your character is leaving home and can take only what  fits in this pink attaché case. What is it?


Author Blog Hop – “Your Next Big Thing”

Wednesday, March 6th, 2013
From one of my new paintings - write a story that has a magical blue bird in it.

From one of my new paintings – write a story that has a magical blue bird in it.

Barbara Mayfield here. Thanks to author NancyKay Wessman for the invitation to join the Author Blog Hop: “What Is Your Next Big Thing?” interview series.

Who will play Mrs. Iptweet in the film????

The question is answered in my post today on my blog.


With links to all the author blog hoppers, and to the stars I intend to book for the movie….

Here’s a wonderful article about Mrs. Iptweet on Children’s Retail today.


Writer’s Questionaire: Jill Koenigsdorf

Wednesday, February 20th, 2013
Phoebe and the Ghost of Chagall, by Jill Konigsdorf

Phoebe and the Ghost of Chagall, by Jill Koenigsdorf

SFWG REVIEW  “I just finished it. It was great fun to spend time with Phoebe and Chagall. I especially enjoyed biking through the Provence countryside and meeting Bernadette and the Bion sisters. I agree with Nadine that reading this book is like taking a trip to France.” —-Catherine Coulter, author, member Santa Fe Writers Group

 Jill Koenigsdorf , author of Phoebe and the Ghost of Chagall, answers the tough questions:

SFWG: Oliver Stone once said the secret to completing a script was “ass-meets-chair.” How do you get your a-s in a chair?

JK: I had a teacher who once said: even if you write only fifteen minutes each day, you get to feel good all day. That feeling of self-loathing when I DON”T write is a great motivator!


SFWG: Is there a food you write by?

JK: Lots of tea.


SFWG: Do you have a favorite writing spot?

JK: Wherever my desk is, I have to be able to look out a window. If there is a bird feeder in view, even better.


SFWG: People say there are two kinds of writers, those who outline and those who wing it.  What’s your process?

JK: Hmmm: I do a very loose outline if I am working on a novel. But most of my short stories and longer stuff springs from and image or a character. I usually have a dozen chards of paper with ideas/images that I scribbled down in the middle of the night surrounding my keyboard at all times.


SFWG: The best thing you can do for any writing project is…

JK: Turn the light on in the middle of the night and write down that idea. No, you won’t remember it in the morning.


SFWG: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

JK: I owned a flower shop for 24 years in Berkeley and that is my other love. It is important for me to do something physical that earns a wage. Too much sitting and I get whacky.


SFWG: What is your favorite word?

JK: Murmur


SFWG: What is your least favorite word?

JK: Fraction


SFWG: My favorite thrill is….

JK: …snorkeling and making out in cars.


SFWG: What’s your favorite shower song?

JK: La Vie En Rose, Cabaret, and You Don’t Know Me by Ray Charles.


SFWG: I wish I understood why…

JK: …..the banks are not getting into trouble for how they have screwed homeowners.


SFWG: I need to learn how to…
JK: …give the good stuff way more weight than the bad


SFWG: I’m often puzzled by…

JK: …the opposite sex

______Thanks, Jill!!_________

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Wishes & Chocolate

Friday, September 28th, 2012

Who among us has not had our proverbial noses pressed against the glass?

In Roald Dahl’s, ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’, Charlie Bucket is accustomed to the outside window pane of the local candy shop. One day, he finds a golden ticket, providing him entrance to the great and mysterious chocolate factory, fulfilling a wish he almost dared not have, bringing him experiences beyond his wildest dreams.

Today I present you with a ‘golden’ ticket: one free chocolate at Todos Santos, the chocolate at the bottom of the stairs. We shall all go together and each person may choose a chocolate (or two if you just can’t decide, or three because it’s a nice number).

Then we will come back and write. Hopefully, your new treasure will inspire you to write a piece about:



wishes fulfilled.

Ponderings: Do we always have to be careful what we wish for? What if you or your character doesn’t get his or her wish, or doesn’t know what it is he or she really wants, or gets his wish but it doesn’t turn out as planned, or gets her wish and lives happily ever after? Or never wishes for anything. Or gets a wish fulfilled that someone else thinks he or she wants?

There is a quirky movie called, ‘The Fairy’. The movie opens with the protagonist riding his bicycle in the pouring rain. He’s going as fast as he can but the chain keeps falling off. He finally gives up and carries his bike to his destination—a motel where he works as a front desk clerk. A customer walks in. She says she is a fairy and will grant him three wishes. He doesn’t  hesitate with the first two: a scooter and free gas for life. This character’s choice of wishes reveals a lot about his ambitions in life, no? What does your character’s wish reveal about him/her?

P.S. The clerk’s third wish? Alas, the answer would spoil the story.

Note to our readers: Todos Santos doesn’t bother with the virtual universe—no website wanted or needed. It’s a parallel universe all its own ,where creativity, uniqueness, fun and deliciousness delight each of our senses. Todos is located in  Santa Fe’s ‘secret garden’, the downtown courtyard of Casa Sena, a centuries-old hacienda. Prepare to dream!

Todos Santos
125 E Palace Ave # 31
Santa Fe, NM 87501-2042
(505) 982-3855





Wednesday, August 8th, 2012

Nora Ephron credited her mom for saying everything that happens to you or around you is writing fodder. This rhymes with ‘Write what you know’, one of fiction’s oldest adages, and one I used to think of in large terms, such as location. You write about the South, for example, only if you lived there or if you know it well.

The other day, I realized even the most mundane events can be copy. While juggling keys, purse and groceries, I stuck my hand into the flower container by the door to feel if it needed water. A wasp must have thought he’d never experienced anything so rude as this intrusive thumb poking at his back because he gave me what-for in the best way he knew how and then flew off, presumably in a huff.

Groceries, keys & purse dropped to the ground as I stared at the tiny, red zone of rebuke on my thumb, awed by how so much pain can spread so fast across the entire hand. And all the while thinking, ‘get to the hose, cool water should help, and isn’t soil supposed to soothe,’ one defiant thought à la Nora charged forward, ‘I’m going to use this!’

A few days later, while stumped trying to wrap up my latest picture book story: ‘Aunt Mordina Goes to the Beach’, I looked at my thumb and remembered. And now, not one, but two wasps are whizzing around that story book beach. Kinda makes the pain almost worth it.