Enough cash to do whatever I want to, whenever I want to do it. NAh. That's greedy - I'll settle for enough cash to fill the empty propane tank for the stove, and the empty oil tank for the furnace.
Do you make New Year's resolutions?
And another: "We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are." Anais Nin
Here are three of my favorites:
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" responded the Chesire Cat. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't really matter."
-Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland
"The boy who assays to carry a cat home by the tail stands to gain a world of knowledge he isn't likely to get any other way. He isn't likely to try it again soon, either. But I say, if he wants to, LET him." Mark Twain
Nothing is so important
As a red wheel barrow
Glazed with rain water
Beside the white chickens.
William Carlos Williams
This is the fourth time (at least)_ that we've seen The Quiet Man. It is one of my favorites, but enough, already! I propose Quisling for Q, and the next letter is u.
Unforgiven
A club singer who hailed from Korea
Really liked onomatopoeia.
So lacking a drum, he sang tum-a-tum-tum
Then spoke Bostonian, ordering be-ah.
I know. I's pretty poor - but what do you expect on the spur of the moment?
I think this is a wonderful idea, and I'd be happy to add my opinions to muddy the waters in flash fiction/musings, and in the humor department.
The longest I have been able to think of is "sleights" (eight letters) as in, "The Master Magician demonstrated sleights of hand."
Anyone know of a single syllable word in Standard English containing more than eight letters?
I have never made any of those errors. I also know the correct usage of all other commonly misused words and phrases. My parents and both sets of grandparents were sticklers for correct usage. Being the eldest grandchild by four years, and an only child for the first five years of my life, I was under their influence and tutelage more than might otherwise have been the case.
I agree with that assessment of the requirement for drawings. I am in the middle of a long novel on the adult site, in which I have three people sharing a house on The Magothy River in Anne Arundel County, Maryland. In order to make both the indoor and outdoor activity realistic, i had to draw floor plans to scale for the two story house; a large scale (1"-50') plan of the lot on which it is sited, complete with North arrow and landscaping; and a vicinity map of the surrounding roads. I also have an Official Maryland State Highway Administration road map folded inside the back cover of the spiral notebook in which I have the drawings. But the only one of those things I would consider a "reference" is the state highway map; all the rest are figments of my over-active imagination. And, since I don't keep it handy, except when I am working on that particular piece, I didn't mention it.
I'll go first: Sitting on a shelf near my computer, I have Dictionary of American Slang, Webster's Collegiate Dictionary (11th Ed.), Goode's World Atlas (1970 Edition), and a heavily worn copy of Strunk and White's Elements of Style, which I bought for English 101 back in 1967.
What references do you keep handy while writing?
Balamere, Merlin, Hon! How 'bout dem O's?
(Baltimre, Maryland, USA)
I sometimes do, especially if I have left it for a while (like a year or two). Often, though, when I read my own work, I see things I should have said differently.
"You asked me about writing--how I did it. There is no trick to it. If you like to write and want to write, you write, no matter where you are or what else you are doing or whether anyone pays any heed. I must have written half a million words (mostly in my journal) before I had anything published, save for a couple of short items in St. Nicholas. If you want to write about feelings, about the end of summer, about growing, write about it. A great deal of writing is not "plotted"--most of my essays have no plot structure, they are a ramble in the woods, or a ramble in the basement of my mind. You ask, "Who cares?" Everybody cares. You say, "It's been written before." Everything has been written before." E. B. White, Letter to "Miss R..."
Though I have a love/hate relationship with cliff-hangers when reading, I like to mess about with them in my writing. I don't feel that I really do it well, though.
I find it interesting that the overwhelming majority of pieces on this site seem to be poetry. Has anyone else noticed this? And, more to the point, has anyone else besides me wondered why? Are writers in general under the impression that it is easier to write poetry than prose? Are some writers on here afraid to try writing dialogue? These are just some thoughts I have had, and wondered what other members here think.
I tried three different segments from the first chapter of a story I have up on another writing site which shall remain nameless, though it is well-known by many members here. Each segment was at least three paragraphs long (more, if it included dialogue).
I got the following results: Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, and Margaret Mitchell.
Interesting. I have never even heard of Chuck whatsisname, let alone ever read anything he (or she - it could be a pen name, for all I know) has written. So, just now, in the middle of writing this post, I did a copy/paste of his name, and followed it with the word "excerpt" and took the time to read the beginning of chapter one of Lullaby. It is incredibly disjointed. With a gazillion sentence fragments. All tossed in, in little bits and pieces. The thoughts jump around. That don't seem to fit.
I was just about to give it up as a lost cause, and shake my head wondering how some people get to be on best seller lists, when I suddenly realized I was geting interested in the story. Go figure.
Now I have to admit, I am passingly familiar with both Stephen King and Margaret Mitchell. Dr. Rabbitfoot scared me simple (Ghost Story is the only thing I've ever read that gave me nightmares) and I can quote lines from GWTW ("I don't know nuthin' 'bout berthin' no babies, Miss Scarlet" and "Oh fiddle de dee. I'll think about that tomorrow." and the line everyone knows, "Frankly, my dear...") but I am not concious of particularly liking either of their writing styles.
So this all comes as a bit of a shock, and makes me ask two questions: 1) How many authors are in the possible list of results; and, 2) What would happen if one copied and pasted the first page of James Joyce's Ulysses, or John Steinbeck's The Wayward Bus into the little box?
By the way, I don't know who started this thread, but the first word in the title should be the objective form, "whom".
I like many different types. It depends on my mood. Sometimes I want a good story, like The Cremation of Sam Magee. Other tmes, I want food for thought - that could be something as simple as William Carlos WIlliams' Red Wheel Barrow, or something s complex as Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass. Sometimes I just like a little light humor, like A A Milne's The Matter With Mary Jane, and sometimes I want a story told in nonsense words, like Jabberwocky. Sometimes I want to consider history, like the Illiad, or Sandburg's Chicago, and sometimes I want a good play, like something by Shakespeare. The only poetry I never want is poetry set to a sound track, like rap.
inextricably linked forever.
KATE’S SUPER FUDGE BROWNIES
(copied from Ladies Home Journal interview with Kate Hepburn)
First, melt two squares of unsweetened chocolate and ¼ pound sweet butter (1 stick) in a heavy saucepan.
Remove from heat and stir in 1 cup sugar. Add two eggs along with ½ teaspoon vanilla and beat like mad.
Stir in ¼ cup flour, ¼ teaspoon salt and a cup of chopped walnuts –not smashed up, you know, just chopped into fairly good-size pieces.
Now mix all that up. Then you butter a square pan (8X8 inches) and dump the whole thing quickly into the pan.
Stuff this pan into a preheated 325 degree F. oven for 40 minutes.
After that, take out the pan and let it cool for a while. Then cut into 1 ½ inch squares and dive right in.