Short stories, poetry, haiku, expository and technical non-fiction. Report Cards and observations on writing. This began as my repository of exercises from the "What If?" self-help writers group at AOL. It has become more and less, since leaving AOL.

Saturday, December 24

Writer's Weekly Question #12


Do you have an ideal reader? If so, how does this reader make a difference in your writing? Why do you trust them with your writing?

My Answer:

I have an “idealized reader” that I write to. She was once the love of my life and sharp as a tack, erudite and extraordinarily perceptive. I write to her in my mind, and even hold conversations about characterization, plot elements, pacing and transitions. She married a friend and I haven't seen them in thirty years. But I write to her in my mind every day. Like you, I'd like a real, live adult reader that I could interact with. Sadly, I haven't made that acquaintance yet. Until I do, I'll write to my chimera.


Now for the skiddlydiddly:
You do not have to be a writer to participate in the Writer's Weekly Question. Anyone with a relevant comment is welcome to participate. Simply write a response you would be proud to post at your blog or journal, post the response, come back here and post a link so that everyone can read and enjoy. It's as simple as that!



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Tuesday, November 15

Clever Anagrams

This has got to be one of the most clever E-mails I've received in a while. Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble. (wait until you see the last one)


DORMITORY
When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM


PRESBYTERIAN
When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER


ASTRONOMER
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER


DESPERATION
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT


THE EYES
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE


GEORGE BUSH
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE


THE MORSE CODE
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS


SLOT MACHINES
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME


ANIMOSITY
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY


ELECTION RESULTS
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES LET'S RECOUNT


MOTHER-IN-LAW
When you rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER


SNOOZE ALARMS
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS NO MORE Z'S


A DECIMAL POINT
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE


THE EARTHQUAKES
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE


ELEVEN PLUS TWO
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE


AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:


PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA :
When you rearrange the letters
(With no letters left over and using each letter only once):
TO COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS

Yep! Someone with waaaaaaaaaaay too much time on their hands!

Monday, October 24

MEME: Writer's Weekly Question #2

Jenn has started a weekly writer's meme. Oddly enough, she calls it the "Writer's Weekly Question." She posts it each week on her AOL Journal "CIW: The Other Invisible!" I am aware of it only because of Patrick's blog “A Stop At Willoughby” in which he answers this week's question. Guess I missed an earlier question somehow. Anyway, I decided to take a stab at it. Whether there is to be a repeat performance will have to wait. Although, I see I'm a week behind and there's already a #3 to be considered. All in good time...

Writer’s Weekly Question #2: Why do you write? Is it because you want attention, or is there some other reason you are driven to do this? What draws you to this craft?



I write to exorcise the demons within --

chittering, howling, screams in the din.

Writing eases the pressure,

allows a momentary chance to breathe;

silence creeps in to replace the anguished cries .



I resisted writing for nearly thirty years ...

returning only recently to the addiction of putting words on paper.

Oh, there was daily writing for work all those years,

but it didn't count; was rarely read, except in synopsis.

Even rarer were my cautionary words heeded by the hoi poloi.



I write now to maintain sanity as I otherwise madden.

I write seeking a soul that never existed,

goals that have failed.

I write for my very existence.

I write ... therefore, I am.

About Me

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Well past (by at least a decade) the half century mark. One foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel at the rim of the abyss and the view from here is disconcerting. I am a former student, pearl diver, cook, truck driver, firefighter, EMT, CEO, Town Fire Warden, mechanic, oiler, marine engineer and computer whiz bang. Mostly I sleep these days in an aluminum tube. And So It Goes... I waste my time reading blogs and kvetching about the weather, playing with our Schipperke sidekick, Ignatz McGraw and waiting hand by foot upon my wife, the Queen of our Hovel, She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO).