Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Ode To Virginia Woolf Writing Prompt (Part #2)

A couple of weeks ago my writing class had the opportunity to study the first sentence (an 181 word sentence) of Virgina Woolf's essay On Being Ill. Here's my version (On Being Southern) of the sentence.
I've been a Southerner long enough now to claim it, y'all, and at lunch the other day, I confessed through tears, to one of the most Southern woman I know, that I love being a Southerner, even though she probably, like most native-Southerners, views me as a funny talking impostor, another Yankee nuisance, someone that will never fully grasp the finer point of things like barbecue-as-a-noun, grits or drinking iced-tea post Labor day, while my Midwest relatives and friends see my move to the South, as well just that, as if it were some sort of betrayal to the wonderful marvelous Midwest city I grew up in, these so called friends and relatives claim that after a few short years of living in the South I have started "talking funny" and beg me to tell them, then proceed to peel over with laughter, as I recount the lead story on the local news that first night I lived in North Carolina, the one where the county sheriff, with an ax swung over his shoulder, was busting-up he's third still that year.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Jerry's Back!

My wonderful husband, seeing the error of his ways, traded back the bottle of Jerry Garcia wine.

Jerry's home and I'm happy!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Jerry Garcia Wine (Whine)

My most prized bottle of wine, the one that is no longer available and I was saving for a very very very special occasion is gone.

I went to my writer's club meeting and came home to discover that my husband gave it away to a neighbor that is NOT in any way, shape or form a fan of red wine or Jerry Garcia or the Grateful Dead. What a disappointing waste of the last bottle of my favorite wine. If he was a good friend or a Dead Head, I'd be fine with it, but the meaning's lost on him.


I'm crying as I write this. Thanks for letting me vent.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Ode To Virginia Woolf Writing Prompt

Yesterday in class, we studied the first sentence in Virginia Woolf's essay "On Being Ill" by way of Francine Prose's book Reading Like A Writer.
181 words. 
One sentence.

Maureen suggested we give it a try.

This seems impossible. In my mind. The shorter the sentence. The better.

But it sounds like an interesting challenge. Plus I already have a theme. I'll post mine next time I blog.

Writing Prompt Assignment: Pick a theme. Write an 181 word sentence.

You may start it off in the style of Virginia Woolf by writing: "Considering how ________   ________ is, how __________ the _________  _________ that it  ___________...."

or do your own thing.

Here's the excerpt from Virgina Woolf's essay "On Being Ill" for inspirational and educational purposes.

Considering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul a slight attack of influenza brings to view, what precipices and lawns sprinkled with bright flowers a little rise of temperature reveals, what ancient and obdurate oaks are uprooted in us by the act of sickness, how we go down into the pit of death and feel the waters of annihilation close above our heads and wake thinking to find ourselves in the presence of the angels and the harpers when we have a tooth out and come to the surface in the dentist's arm-chair and confuse his "Rinse the mouth—rinse the mouth" with the greeting of the Deity stooping from the floor of Heavens to welcome—when we think of this, as we are so frequently forced to think of it, it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love and battle and jealousy among the prime themes of literature.

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Query Letter Declaration Part#2

I need to get back in the chair and focus.

O.K., so here's the deal, I know I made that silly declaration last month. And now it's eating away at me because am I doing it? Nope. I'm procrastinating.

In the past month, I did fine-tune my query. It's ready to go. So I haven't been totally idle.

That being said, I worked like crazy leading up to Thanksgiving, more fine-tuning, the agent's advice guiding me. I'm very close. Since Thanksgiving though, I haven't been working on it.

I need to get back in the chair and focus.

But first, it's Tuesday and almost time for my Tuesday Morning Writer's Group. I've been spending this creative time sketching out new characters with the writing prompts from class. Thanks to Cheryl for this brilliant idea. Initially, this method seemed a bit forced but now it just flows and surprises.

The moral of this story is: I promised one thing and am delivering another.

I need to get back in the chair and focus.