trying out an offshoot of this blog…
trying out an offshoot of this blog…
visiting with friends…
I’ve seen these guys around town, but never realized they had spiritual leanings.
The sign also suggests they’re headed to their SUV for relocation.
This little diva was miffed that local paparazzi
were interrupting her extended lunch.
As I embark on a new story, a timely resource from K.E. Weiland…
I will say, though, that the interview technique doesn’t work for all writers. Some prefer to let key traits unfold along with the story.
I straddle the fence on this, as I like a quick get-acquainted visit and then I move on to other prewriting ventures.
Whatever your leaning, however, spending time with this and other posts on her site always pays off.
A few favorites from Jon Winokur’s recent Tweets…
This is one of those nights when I need to set a timer to get me going on my 500 words.
This is one of those nights when I find emptying the trash and relining the container an easy go-to instead of writing.—one of those ‘must-do’ items before I sit down.
This is one of those nights when I keep looking at the timer.
This is one of those nights when I keep editing as I go [there, I did it again…I had typed ‘mistakes’ and wanted ‘typos’ instead and then I went back and substituted ‘editing as I go’. It’s madness! Make it stop!]
This is one of those nights when I have to have some music playing in my head while I write. [Of course, the very act of opening iTunes and selecting some instrumental stuff—Dave Brubeck, in this case—is another avoidance tactic, though I hope it pays off down the line with keeping me focused.
This is one of those nights when I’m thinking ahead to the weekend when I have garage-cleaning and general decluttering on my list. Notice I didn’t mention writing. What’s wrong with that picture?
This is one of those nights when I am hyper-tempted to click on the ESPN window to check the latest Olympic results. How many smarter people have told writers like me to just plain turn off the Internet? I hate those people. I mean really, why should I tolerate anybody who has me pegged right down to the exact website I have temptingly available?
This is one of those nights when I’m glad I have ‘copy/paste’ down pat so I can keep repeating ‘This is one of those nights when’ and chalk up cheap words. But I have to say…it adds a certain rhythm to this masterpiece. ‘Rhythm’…’monotony’…tomato-tomahto.
This is one of those nights when I have more than a few topics I’m thinking of tackling, thus resulting in my taking a stab at none of them.
This is one of those nights when I’m back to the timer. One minute left in the 11 minute stint. 362 words in 10+ minutes, I’ll take it. Of course, if you’re still reading, you’re reaching through your screen to strangle me, which would be okay if you’d let me write about it for my next 500 words.
This is one of those nights when I’m glad I’ve reached 400 words and am slogging my way to 500. Aren’t we all just feeling exceedingly gratified?
This is one of those nights when I recalled that Valentines Day offered so much possible material and, once again, I dropped the ball.
This is one of those nights when I know I need to put in at least a scene, or part of a scene, in my kids book first draft.
So I guess I should be thinking about that and looking up where I left off.
This is one of those nights when it’s about time to move on with my other projects, satisfied that I’ve put in 500+ words in one sitting and pleased that I had forgotten about the 180 words I did when I got home from work. Okay, then, back to the kids book.
And this is one of those nights when I can pat myself on the back for not checking ESPN during this stint.
But first…a five-minute editing session.
My wife added orange marmalade on top after the photo was taken.
Here also is one of the three bambinos.
On Super Bowl Sunday, as I watched, paused, watched, rewound, paused…well, you get the idea…the game, I took on this new recipe.
Thanks to Virginia for the inspiration to bake this O.M.C. She had blogged about this once-a-year cake a few years back.
It’s so big–needs five whole eggs and four egg yolks–that I have to abbreviate the name. [Shape Shifters Fitness Trainer–avert your eyes.]
A few broken rules:
Anyway, I enjoyed the result. [Thanks again, Virginia!] And so did my work colleagues the next day. [Plenty for them and for us at home.]
Drawback: I didn’t enjoy the way the first part of the recipe was written.
Excerpt: Cake: Sift flour, baking powder, & salt twice in a large bowl. In a separate bowl, beat butter on MEDIUM (~4 minutes). Add sugar steadily with mixer running; beat until light & fluffy. Add eggs & yolks, one at a time, beating well after each addition; scrape down sides at least once. After eggs are added, continue to beat on MEDIUM for 2 minutes; add oil & beat for 1 minute on LOW. In a third bowl, combine orange zest, vanilla, & buttermilk. Using a rubber spatula, fold in half of dry ingredients. [This is where confusion set in. Based on these instructions, wouldn’t you fold half of the dry ingredients into the bowl of the zest, vanilla, and buttermilk?]
If I rewrote this, I would have gone with:
Set up three bowls for the varied ingredients.
I valiantly rose above the confusing instructions because, well, we’re talkin’ dessert here.
Give it a try.