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Not really. But I think it’s my best poem. I wrote it about two years ago in college, the first poem I wrote for poetry class.  I like to rhyme and I like to be whimsical. I guess that’s how I’d describe my poetry style. Fiction is a bit different. Right now, I’m going for a dark, gothic fantasy–we’ll see how it goes.

How would you describe your personal style?

Here’s my poem–

Applebeard

Crumpled, mottled, much besottled,

his one good leg is weak and wobbled.

On vehicles of air and swings and plastic metal rods and things.

Treasure finding x-ing punning shoving falling crying running .

Elements of ice cream candy and perhaps a sneak of brandy

Applebeard has found the golden popcorn Lego chest of olden!

He ran inside to tell the ‘rents to hurry! Set up the quarter tents!

And for his amazing ‘gents a feast of grating elegance.

Though his mother clasped and begged, captain and crew ordered tartlet dregs

And turkey legs to fly.

But this is moshing through the mire, and after which, they shall retire.

Applebeard, before he fell flat, sneered at all who dared to leer at,

Replaced the honored, tricorne hat and tossed his leg into the fire.

UPDATE:

I forgot to mention that this poem is published in the 2008/2009 edition of “The Reflector,” they Shippensburg University literary journal. The same journal in which Dean Koontz was published  back in the 60s!

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Strike up an interesting conversation! And if you don’t like to talk to people, eavesdrop. People talk about everything all the time! Go to a coffee shop and pretend to write your book/story/poem and listen to others chat. Buy one of those super sonic hearing devices that make everything really loud and if people start to suspect you, just start talking to yourself like you’re on you’re blueteooth. People do it all the time! Then turn the conversation into a little dialogue. Play around with it and add your own twist to it and make it more interesting. I didn’t add any kind of twist to the following, because I just think it’s so cute! It’s a conversation I had with my 6-year-old brother earlier today. I haven’t seen him since June because he lives a few states away. 

Artie:  Homestarrunner! Spell it out for me.

I tell him each letter and specify,”one bump, up down up for n’s and two bumps, up down up down for m’s.” Finally, he types in the full address and exclaims, I did it!

He spells out the names of the cartoons and games he wants me to click on, and after some frustrating communication problems and laughter, we enjoy them together.

You wanna talk to mom? Alright, hold on. Hi, Sam! he says to me, in a high voice. It’s mom!

“Hi, mom,” I say to him, knowing that it would take him a while to admit it if I accused him of joking around. “I want to talk to you mom, about Artie. Can I tell you a secret?”

Yes, Sam, you can tell me, he answers in a screechy voice, the same voice he uses to imitate my other brother, who has a deep voice.

“Alright, Mom, but don’t tell him. Artie smells really bad–”

No, he doesn’t.

“He stinks, Mom. You should really make him take a bath once in a while.”

He doesn’t stink! Artie says, his disguised voice cracking as he tries not to laugh.

After his trick fails, he gives the phone to my mother.

A few minutes later, he gets back on the phone with me.

If you wanna go to Target, you can get hot dogs, smoothies–I don’t know what are smoothies but I call them smoothies, soda, cherry soda–I love cherry soda– (he adds in a voice that makes him sound like he’s shivering. He must really love cherry soda)– Are you sleepy?

“No. Are you?”

Not really. When I grow up, I wanna be a manager! No, not a manager! I wanna be a security–when someone’s being really bad, I wanna be a security!! I’ll get a house. And BB’s won’t  be here (the diner where my parents work) I’ll turn it into a CAR STORE! I’ll sell lots of cars! And I’ll have a hot rod with a boost! It’ll only go off when I’m in trouble. Sam?

Where are you?

“Home.”

Sam?

“Yes?”

“I love you, Sam!”

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So, I think I’m being really mean to my story. I keep talking about it behind its back, saying it’s inadequate and stupid and never will be good. So I’m just rushing through it. I filled a page with line after line of dialogue last night. I’m a cheater! Why did I start the thing if I’m just going to rush through it? Why would I waste my time on something I don’t like? I’ve decided it’s all my fault. I can make it into something I really like. I liked it in the beginning, so what happened? I got bored and lazy. I will never be a good writer if I do this.

My characters went to a bed and breakfast last night, had a little chat, went to sleep and left the next morning. I had a little explanation of what the room looked like, but that’s it! The owners were up late and checked them in, but they had no faces in my imagination.

While I laid in bed, trying to sleep, I began to think: there’s not enough of anything–not enough excitement, not enough humor, not enough characters. I will stop for a little while and build up my characters’ history, create new ones, and do some research. I can’t finish the story without all of this!!

I love to research. When I look things up I always get new ideas. And I think creating some new characters will be exciting. I am still just starting out! I will do some character building in my next post.

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I took this prompt from Desiree St. Duran’s blog Enchanted Literature. Click and check out her blog!

First line is in bold– taken from: Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

 I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. In a memory of bubbles and sunlight. To the music of a faucet beat drip drip dripping.

I write this on my way to to school. In a memory of hopscotch and jump ropes. To the music of my maryjanes skip skip skipping.

I write this in my cubicle. In a memory of youth and dreams. To the music of my aspirations slip slip slipping.

Boy, that’s pretty sad and depressing! But I like it anyway!

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Write a poem about your favorite fruit!

I got the idea from this post by smcallister.wordpress.com.

Here’s mine!

Strawberry

Pattern scattered on a dress

or flowing fair in open fields.

Pretty woman paired champagne

and threw away your green leaves.

Chocolate drizzle red and sweet,

right to the seeds stuck in your teeth.

I wrote it fast, but it was fun! Please try it and post it to your blog. Just leave a comment (if you want) with the permalink to your post so I (and everyone else) can read and comment!

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In college, I took a creative writing course. Aside from having my work critiqued, my favorite part was doing writing exercises. One I liked in particular: my professor had the class come up with100 words and write each one on an index card. I found the exercise online because I couldn’t remember the exact details. I took it from this website: https://fc.usd497.org/~tmartin/— it’s a public school website. Just click on Creative Writing and look around. That Ms. Martin’s pretty cool!

Here’s the exercise:

WORDS

FOR PERSONAL UNIVERSE DECK

 

>16 words of TASTE

>16 words of TOUCH

>16 words of SIGHT

>16 words of SMELL

>16 words of HEARING

>10 words of MOTION

>3 abstractions (like love or truth)

>7 anything else words

ALL words on the list must:

*have significance to/for you

*be specific; that is, the word must not be “bird” but “robin,” not “tree” but “aspen”.

*sound good to your ear.

Use no adverbs.  Use no plurals

Then use the cards when you want to start something new, get stuck, or anything else. Spread them out on the floor! Throw them up in the air and use the ones that are face-up! Use your imagination.

After the exercise, my professor told us to write a short scene using some of our words. I came up with something that I think I’ll use in the future for another novel. It’s amazing what our brains can do if they just get a little push!

I would love to hear your feedback…

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I’ve just finished Julie & Julia (the movie) and I loved it! What an inspiration! And I was delighted to see that Julie Powell’s blog is still up (though not running). I guess it’s a good reason to keep going with a blog even though you’re not sure who, if anyone, is really reading or caring about it.

 

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