Thursday, July 29, 2010

a what of writers?

A dazzle of zebras. Photo from
We all know cattle come in herds.
Geese come in gaggles.
A group of crows is a murder.
But have you heard of an exaltation of larks?
Or a shiver of sharks?
What about an implausibility of gnus?
A seething of eels.
A rhumba of rattlesnakes.
A busyness of ferrets.
A pulchritude of peacock.
A boogle of weasels, a scurry of squirrels.
I could go on and on with these wonderful words. But you can go look for yourself at this site I found.

This all comes of my friend Bonnie Doran asking what a group of writers is called. She got some good suggestions: an anthology, a rabble, a prattle.
What do you suggest?

Saturday, July 24, 2010

grandma's house

My grandparent's house on my dad's side smelled like:
wet sand
hot shale
warm cotton
Kool aid
and grass outside
maple syrup
pipe smoke
and Caress inside.

My grandma's house on my mom's side smelled like:
train tracks
and elm trees outside
chicken broth
apple pie
un-salted bread
and peaches inside.

Any time I smell any of these it takes me right back.

Your turn...
It doesn't have to be a grandparent's house. Just anything.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

writing stuff

In case you've wondered, I am still writing. 
Some things have changed a bit, though. 
My intention in the beginning was to not write at all as some of you may remember. But when it became obvious that I was supposed to, I decided to write beautiful moving fiction for women. I started two different novels and had ideas and bits of a couple more.
Writing was difficult and painful.

In November I did the National Novel Writing Month (NaNo) challenge and wrote 50,000 words in a month. They were words that came out of my head without much interference from my actual mind. They were, in essence, mindless. But I ended up with a pretty interesting story, or mess of several stories. And there was nothing beautiful or moving about it. 
But it was FUN!

So, I decided to work on that mess and make it into a book. I took it with me to the Glen Eyrie Writers' Summit in June to see what could be done with it.

My instructor, Kathy Mackel, mentioned that perhaps I could turn it into a Middle Reader--for 10-14 year-olds. I rebelled. I don't want to write kids' books. I want to write beautiful moving fiction for women. I'm willing to write kookie funny fiction for adults. I don't want to write for kids.

Guess what I'm doing.
Yep. I'm writing a middle reader. And Guess what else. 
It's FUN!

P.S. My story is about a boy named Match.