Stories are life. Read some, write some, be some.
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Posted on Thursday, May 10, 2012 1:41 PM
I wrote on the htp:// www.oneword.com word of the day again today. I think it turned out well. I wrote:
These things that they do, I can’t understand them. They eat with their fingers, they take food from each others’ plates. I don’t think they know what napkins are for. I just do my best to eat, to have enough peace to digest, but it’s difficult, living with such primitives. Children aren’t what I thought they’d be.
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Posted on Wednesday, March 28, 2012 9:06 AM
The path is long and climbs Through woods I hate to see. And yet I go there constantly, Symptom of who I hate to be. In slow-motion I walk along Knowing where the thing will lead. The walking is more tolerable Than not walking it would be. I'm isolated on this path, Though others have been here. I search the path for company, A response that I will never see. Walking on this path Provides me time to think. And yet the sounds of it Prevent all thought and peace. I climb this lonely path of mine, Symptom of who I hate to be. |
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Posted on Wednesday, March 14, 2012 4:38 PM
I've been going to a class called Practice, Practice, Practice at ArtEastin Issaquah, Just for fun, I'm going to post a poetic piece I wrote from a prompt we got in class that only said, "If we ran into each other one day, what would you ask me?" I immediately pictured a couple of high school friends who hadn't talked in years.
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Are you still, did you ever,
Oh how to say it? What about him? What did you do about him? Oh, I know it's none of my business, but I was there, too. |
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Posted on Wednesday, December 28, 2011 10:52 AM
I made it through NaNoWriMo successfully -- and got what I think will be a pretty god story out of it. Its working title is Piper's Private Writing School. Probably that will be its final title, too. As my two younger children were thinking of participating in it in the beginning, they are featured pretty much as-is as far as personality goes. That will need to change in the final. I may make them a little bit younger, and change their names. I have the story out to a few readers to critique, though it is in first-draft speed demon NaNoWriMo format. |
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Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2011 12:58 PM
Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo 2011! This is the sixth year in a row that I've participated. I also began it in 2003, but I didn't get very far. I don't remember what my story that year was going to be. I do remember the other years. 2006 was an unnamed SF piece where deaf and hard-of-hearing people saved the world from alien domination. 2007 was Her Thirty Percent, a charming love triangle set in a gym where I let the woman keep both lovers. 2008 was Three Knights in Florida, a game-based tale where three facebook friends met in person for the first time and played a tournament of their own devising and faced a hurricane. |
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Posted on Tuesday, June 14, 2011 8:00 AM
#trust30 Remember this? I wrote a little bit the first two days of the challenge that's supposedly based on Ralph Waldo Emerson's book, Self Reliance. I have not liked the prompts, so I haven't been writing to them. They aren't Emersonian enough for me. Each author has a quote from the book, then they go off on their own tangent from there. A lot of them talk aobut goals, a modern popular concept. Today's prompt is this: "One Thing by Colin Wright Do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself. |
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Posted on Wednesday, June 01, 2011 7:59 AM
Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. The force of character is cumulative. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tracks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence? Tell today’s sentence to one other person. Repeat each day. (Author: |
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Posted on Tuesday, May 31, 2011 3:03 PM
I have just signed up for#Trust30, an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge via The Domino Project, inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson’s book, Self-Reliance. Today is the first day of the challenge. The prompt and my response are below.If you're interested in joining in, go tohttp://ralphwaldoemerson.me/ * * * We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live. |
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Posted on Monday, February 28, 2011 9:43 AM
There's a song with a prominent line in it telling the listener "ride a train, ride a train." I've looked around and can't find it. It's not "Hitchin' a ride." And it's not the one with "up my lover's arm" in it, either. I'd sing it (well, I just did) but that doesn't do you a whole lot of good sitting there on the other side. I was thinking that I got it from an ad for passenger trains years ago. Many years ago. It's possible that I'm the only person in the world who remembers that song, and I only remember part of it. |
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Posted on Tuesday, February 08, 2011 10:08 PM
Here's an entry I wrote for 6S-- the site where you write a stroy in six sentences. They're not all strictly stories -- this one of mine is more of an observation. Or several, really. Scissors are a pair and they are knives, bottom line, knives that work in sync to cut things. Paper, chicken, twine, yarn. You can cut your fingers with them, too, but not as easily as you can cut your fingers with knives. Most people would say that knives are the more dangerous. But I’m not so sure. With scissors the illusion of safety might work against you. |
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