Showing posts with label whimsies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whimsies. Show all posts

Friday, October 8, 2010

I'm all at 3s and 4s! Oh, my!


Some people are all at sixes and sevens. Tonight, I’m all at threes and fours. To be specific:

Medieval Threes:

The Holy Trinity: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Three days Christ spent in the tomb
Three Epochs: Before the Law (Adam to Moses); Under the Law (Moses to Jesus); Under Grace: (Christ to Judgment Day)
Three Theological Virtues: Faith, Hope, Charity

Medieval Fours:

Four Evangelists: Matthew, Mark, Luke, John
Four creatures of Revelation: first like a lion; second like a calf; third had a face like a man; fourth like an eagle (Revelation 4:6-8)
Four horsemen of the Apocalypse: conquest, war, famine, death (Revelation 6:1-8)
Four humors: phlegmatic, sanguine, choleric, melancholic
Four points of the cross

What do the threes and fours have to do with my WIP? You’ll find out if it ever turns into a book! (If I don’t edit them out first, that is.)

Monday, October 4, 2010

Abandoned Houses

I was doing more sorting in the house today and came across a collection of writing essays/exercises that I did with a writing friend way back in 2003. Not all of them are worth sharing, but maybe a few of them are. Here’s one that I still like. Hope you enjoy!

The writing prompt was: abandoned houses

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Abandoned! The house on the moon where the Old Man lived. Where has he gone? Off into the stardust. Why did he go? No one believed anymore.

In the far away past, before the hollow age of Science, those with illuminated hearts saw the Old Man’s world in all its magical beauty. His soaring mountains, his plunging valleys, his wide, wide plains. And the seas. His wonderful, disparate seas! Frigid seas. Foaming seas. Serene and Tranquil seas. Seas of Showers. Clever Seas. Storm, Wave-beaten seas. Seas that teemed with Serpents. Misty, Cloudy seas. Seas that hovered on the Edge of forever.

But then Science sent probes, followed by human footsteps, and men returned to the earth and pronounced with their limited, human vision: “There are no seas. Only cold, hard rock and dust.”

That’s all they said the moon really was.

The Old Man stayed long. He tried to whisper the truth. He tried to sing it for the world to hear.

“I am here. I am real. I watch over you in the night, chasing away your nightmares when I send a beam of my light through your window shades in the still, dark hours. I sing you sweet lullabies to hush you softly, sweetly into sleep.”

But then they stopped believing. “There is no Man in the Moon,” the said, “only rock and dust, cold, cold nothingness.

Until it broke the Old Man’s heart. And he faded away in the stardust.

(c. Joyce DiPastena, May 19, 2003. See Lunar Seas and Oceans for names of the lunar seas quoted above.)

Thursday, July 29, 2010

My Poem

In the July 2010 Of Good Report newsletter (the monthly newsletter of the American Night Writers Association), Patti Hulet issued us all a writing challenge. She challenged us to write a POEM! Now, I'm about as far away from a poet as any writer can possibly get, but for some reason, I decided to sit down today and fiddle with her suggestion.

Patti challenged us to use or adapt the following form to create a poem:

A_____________
            My poem.

When ____________ you'll find ___________
           ___________
           ___________
           ___________
           ___________
That __________________ to make
           _______________.

Patti gave us an example, borrowed from Word After Word After Word, by Patricia MacLachlan (p 36):

A nut.
           My poem.

When cracked you'll find inside
           Words
           Whispers
           People
           Place
That tuck in snugly to make
           Story.

Now, leave it to me to be unable to entirely "color within the lines". Patti gave us the option to vary the format, and I jumped at the invitation. Here's the poem that I came up with, "inspired" by Patti's pattern:


A cat
             My poem.
When we share our lives you’ll find
            Mad energy
            Mystic calm
            Bedtime snuggles
            A lapful of purrs
Wrapped in a silken ball of fur.
I will entertain, love and soothe you
            On my terms.




My cat, Glinka, all worn out after a mad burst of energy

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I Write Like...


I write like
Stephen King
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!



Or so I'm told by "I Write Like..." Okay, I may be a little skeptical. I don't think Stephen King's books and mine could be father apart! Still, if you're a writer, blogger, reviewer, whatever, check the link out. It's fun!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Jokes My Mother Stashed Away

While cleaning out a drawer of things that belonged to my mother, I found a small notebook with the following jokes in her handwriting. She loved jotting down jokes she heard from "wherever". For what they're worth, I'm sharing them with you. Take them as you will.

JOKE #1

Lawyer: "You say you were about 35 feet from the scene of the accident. Now please tell the court just how far you can see clearly."

Witness: "Well, when I wake up in the morning I can see the sun. And they tell me it's about 93 million miles away."

JOKE #2

The laziest man I ever knew was my friend Will Knot. Instead of signing his name, he just wrote, "Won't."

JOKE #3

"First I got tonsillitis, followed by appendicitis and pneumonia, ending up with neuritis. Then they gave me hypodermics and inoculation."

"Boy, did you have a time!"

"I'll say! I thought I'd never get through that spelling test!"

JOKE #4

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"It isn't ringing."

"Do you always have to wait till the last minute?"

JOKE #5

Janet: "I'm glad you named me Janet."

Mother: "Why?"

Janet: "Because that's what everybody calls me."

JOKE #6: (You've got to reach back in time a bit to get this one)

Elevator boy: "Here's you're floor, son."

Man/Passenger: "Son! How dare you call me that!"

Elevator boy: "Well, I brought you up, didn't I?"

Thursday, December 31, 2009

What Do We Call the New Year?

So is it going to be Two Thousand Ten or Twenty-Ten on New Year's Day? I vote for Twenty-Ten. How about you?

Monday, November 9, 2009

Changes

There, now that Heroes is over...do you like this turkey better?

Time for a Change!

Oh my gosh, what are those skeletons doing still dancing across the top of my page?!! Time to switch to something more Thanksgivingish. But first, I have to go watch The O'Reilly Factor and Heroes!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Let's Be Friends Award


I was so very touched to receive this award from Laura Fabrini from The Library of Clean Reads. (Who's blog, by the way, you should definitely check out, whether you're a writer or a reader. In addition to book reviews on her blog, her website, Nouveauwriter, has tons of valuable information for writers!)

According to Laura: "Blogs that receive the Let’s Be Friends Award are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers."
I have chosen to deliver this award to the following book bloggers who have been friendly by visiting my blog and commenting:

Instead of picking 8 bloggers I have chosen 4, and I will follow Laura's example by letting anyone who reads my blog take the award and link back to me.

Here's a Fun Game!

Check out the following link and leave a comment to continue the story of Winifer the Itty Bitty Giant! Keep it nice, now. G-rated stuff only!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

What's in a Name?

I post bi-monthly on the ANWA Founder & Friends blog. The abbreviation ANWA stands for "American Night Writers Association", of which I am a member. This was the blog I blogged for that blog on Monday. :-)


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I sit here in rare utter blankness of what to write for my ANWA blog turn. I read though the blogs that came before me this week. All of them so inspirational. I read them with a mixture of joy and discouragement, for I find that I’m not feeling very inspirational myself at the moment. (Oh, except that I feel very inspired to attend the ANWA Writers Conference in February. Thanks for that post, Marsha!)

Still, I find myself at a loss for words to type. Shall I let my sisters down, allowing Monday to slip by without a post to read? Never! (Well, not this week, at least.)

In desperation, I cast my eyes about the room. (Not literally, of course. Thankfully, they’re both still planted firmly in my head.) They alight (figuratively again) upon a book sitting on the top of a stack next to my computer chair. E.G. Withycombe’s Oxford Dictionary of English Christian Names. ’Tis a book I sometimes use to help me name the characters in my stories. (How’d you like that ’tis I threw in? No? Okay, I’ll save it for my novels after this…maybe.)

Hmmm, I think to myself, I wonder what this book says about my name. It’s been a very long time since I looked it up. Let’s see:

“Joyce: this common medieval name [cool! that seems appropriate for me!] was used for both men and women [men??? ack!] in the forms of Josse, Goce, etc (Latin Jodocus, Jodoca, Jocea) [well, at least my parents didn’t name me Jodaca!]. It is of Celtic origin, being the name of a 7thC Breton saint, Jodoc, son of Judicael, a hermit of Ponthieu. [Sigh. So I really was named after a man.] His cult spread through north France, the Low Countries, and southern Germany. The Dutch Joos(t) [Oooo, I’m glad my parents didn’t name me Joost! Thank goodness neither one of them were Dutch.] is a form of it. As a man’s name, it died out in England in the 14th C [Whew!], but as a woman’s name it survived, though in rare use. [I’ve always thought I was quite rare, myself.] It has been noted in the 17th C, and in the 18th and 19th C survived in country districts. CMY [Hmm, I wonder what that is. Better look it up under “Abbreviations”. Ah! CMY: Charlotte Mary Yonge, History of Christian Names, 2 vols, 1863.] says of it, ‘once not uncommon amongst English ladies.” [Oh, I like the sound of that!] It was revived as a fashionable name, probably in part owing to Edna Lyall’s use of it for the heroine of her popular historical novel In the Golden Days (1885), and is now once more in frequent use." [I was the heroine of a historical novel? I’ve gotta track that book down!]

Well, that was quite an interesting and fun little diversion, at least for me. Don’t you wish you had a copy of E.G. Withycombe’s Oxford Dictionary of English Christian Names so you could look up your name, too? I suppose you can try to Google yourself. You never know what you might find.

I know what you’re all really hoping. That Joyce/Josse/Jodoca/Joost will be feeling more inspired the next time her blog turn rolls around!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

School Days Comin' to an End

Today I played the piano for our annual 1st Grade Spring Program. The children sang. The Ants went marching, the Speckled Frogs ate their bugs, the Baby Bumblebee "bit me!", the Little White Duck was "doing what he oughtta", we all loved Arizona, and we Heard It for America. (Hip-Hoo-ray!) All was good.

And on we go to summer!