Archive | February, 2013

The Block Party No #Writer Wants To Go To

25 Feb

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We’ve all been to this neighborhood: Writer’s Block. It’s not even close to being a party. Check out this interesting article for ways to move forward with your writing, regardless of how you are feeling. Please share which tricks and tips have worked for you!

Stuck or blocked? How to keep writing anyway.

 

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A definition of ‘hobbit’ for the OED | OxfordWords blog

22 Feb

A completely random post for this Friday:

A definition of ‘hobbit’ for the OED | OxfordWords blog.

 

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Does Air Exist?: Pride and the Power Trip

21 Feb

Today, I’m featuring my friend Suzi’s blog. Her post from earlier this month, Does Air Exist?: Pride and the Power Trip, is a good reminder for all.

Thanks, Suzi!

~JLB

20 Feb

Good advice from a fellow writer. ~ JLB

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No, turn off the seventies porn boom chicka wow wow track playing in your head.  I’m talking about writing.  Specifically, I’m talking about relating to your subject matter and getting words on the page.

There are days when the muse is on your shoulder, and you know exactly what should happen in your narrative and what your characters will do and say.  The words flow, and you plan your Pulitzer acceptance speech.  I had one of those days…once.  When it comes to writing, I am a grinder.  I stare at the screen.  I reread what I’ve written.  I stare some more.  I have learned the discipline to keep my ass on the seat, but the words, they don’t come easy. 

My current novel is set almost exclusively on the Appalachian Trail.  A couple years ago I hiked about six hundred miles of it.  I know the trail.  However, sitting in…

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Staring Out the Window: Editing: Nothing to Cry About

20 Feb

Today, I’m featuring a great post from my friend Kelly’s blog. If you’re a writer or an editor, you’ll love it! Be sure to leave a note to let her know you stopped by. :)

Staring Out the Window: Editing: Nothing to Cry About.

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A Random Poetry Experience

19 Feb

My Impressions of Three Poets Writing Three Different Styles While Relating To My Life Experiences.

Poems are like members of the opposite sex, often complicated, yet
Relatable, when you think carefully
How we’re really all the same inside our covers
Different environments and varying lifestyles and societal norms based
On gender
Yet the same human feelings, of
Love and jealousy, hope and despair
Too many to count all, at one sitting

Thinking of that makes me happy; I appreciate these strange works
Of art, which are transient and livingMimosa
Unlike journalism,
Cold and indifferent to the human condition.

Sipping a mimosa reading Husband by Miller Williams, I thought
How it helps to have a prop, drinking with the character, although it was
Sunny then and not at all the
Nighttime rejection and deception described.
The poem is my comfort zone, all the breaks
At the end of the line.
I am branching out, trying new things by
Suggestions of others more experienced than I.
This is my third favorite, not least favorite, I say, because it is still a good poem
Easily relatable, yet a little too easy — a challenge would be welcomed.

Picking up Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay, I think of Christmas, perhapsPortrait of Edna St. Vincent Millay (1933-01-14)
Because there is mention of a stable and also a fire
Not to mention the spirit of giving at the end,
But maybe also because of the Christmas music playing in the
Background
A hint of what’s to come.
The end-rhyme is familiar and comforting
Like the tree in the corner with all its lights winking
And the cat, warm and soft in my lap.
I’m not sure why anyone would ride the ferry all night
Back and forth like a loom shuttle, a seemingly pointless affair.
Perhaps they had more mimosas than I.
I deem this poem my second choice, it’s
Young and adventurous
Full of fun and memories of youth.

Flight.
Oh to soar among the clouds.
Or so I thought at first, now pleasantly surprised at the
Nostalgia I feel at the knowledge
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Peeking in through my windows.
I love the fact Greg Pape makes no mention of anticipating sex
Only seeming as well to be pleasantly surprised at his female companion’s
Abandonment
And enjoyment of nature in its simplest form
Seeking to contain
Only the memory, never the girl.

I’ve found my favorite, it’s abundant of treasures
Words pregnant with importance and delectable descriptions
Like a film you watch over and over, yet always
Finding something new.

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