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There you are, sitting in front of me, mocking me. Do you not understand what it takes to decorate your face with just black ink? How am I to write upon you when you are not giving me any expression or meaning? I have needs too you know? Are you amused when I wince uncomfortably searching for just the right word, sentence, or structure? I am a writer who crafts words to put on you while you laugh each day…
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The other day, on arbitrarydustbunnies, I posted this quote as a stand alone entry: “The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.” The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby has page after page of beautiful descriptives that paint a masterpiece of words. Fitzgerald has taken a simple moment and filled it…
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“The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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Hugh Howey’s series of books, starting with “Wool” followed by “Silo”, and ending with “Dust”, have captivated audiences around the world. “This is the story of mankind clawing for survival, of mankind on the edge. The world outside has grown unkind, the view of it limited, talk of it forbidden. But there are always those who hope, who dream. These are the dangerous people, the residents who infect others with their optimism. Their punishment is simple. They are given the…
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One of my first jobs was in a mousetrap factory where we built “Can’t Miss” mousetraps. I sat in front of a bin, a monstrosity in itself, filled with the wooden 2”x4” bases that all the mechanical killing equipment was attached to. Each day I sat at my chair with the saw dust smell filling my nose and the sounds of the oily machine as it pulled each plank in, one at a time, and slammed in two staples and…
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The other day I posted about those pesky verbs that take the color out of telling a story. I gave you all a prompt sentence to re-write and put color to: While playing pool with friends, Mary thought about Jake . I’m sure everyone is still busy working on something awesome for this writing prompt and I have finally finished mine. Here it is: She lined up her next shot. CRACK! The colored balls scattered in every direction across the…
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Thought Verbs by; Chuck Palahniuk I found this post by way of another post via another post (amazing how these things work). Chuck Palahniuk makes a challenge to fellow writers to drop certain words from their writing vocabulary and I, for one, am going to take him up on that challenge. Anyone care to join me? Below is a sentence that break’s “The Rules of Chuck” (as I have decided to call them). Your challenge is to create of the…
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It’s true. I am still on the skeleton of the book, but I am writing it. I have read hundreds and hundreds of books over the years (maybe even pushing that thousand plus mark), and I decided it was time. At the end of every well written book I get that “post-book depression.” I want more of the story. I want more of the character’s lives. As I close the last page I want to know who these characters…
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Originally posted on Interrobang‽: I occasionally frequent a poetry reading in a well-known college town perhaps a bit outside the capital city I live in. (Hey kids! Being vague is fun!) It takes place at one of only three poetry-exclusive bookstores in These Corporate States of America. Innisfree is also, wonderfully, a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. The sort of place with high stools to look at passerby through big windows, lots of table space to drink your large mocha, skim (delicious, by…
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