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The Serendipity of Surprise or the Art of Capturing Ideas


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ideas (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

As a writer I don’t do journals, although I jot ideas down on sticky notes and plaster them all over the place.  A journal probably would be a more organized way of keeping these bits together; however, it’s like finding a forgotten treasure when I come across one of these yellow bits stuck inside my purse,  a book, or my bedside drawer.  The serendipity of surprise is one reason this haphazard method is one I keep hanging onto.   I am a highly organized person, so go figure why I elect not to corral my ideas all tidy-like in one place.  That’s it–I don’t want to pen up my ideas, choosing to momentarily capture them until I can tame them into proper writing. Journals haven’t worked for me.  I am a bit of a hypocrite since I urge my creative writing students to keep a journal for class.  Ssh, don’t tell them I am not doing as I am saying.

I did keep a journal once, for about six months.  The tedium of writing my thoughts down on a daily basis wore on me like the nagging need to exercise.  Seeing that spiral bound notebook reminder me I had to complete an entry for the day. Ideas, sensing the need to appear scuttled away into my cerebral crooks and crannies.  I abandoned the process after about three months.  Recently when decluttering my bedside shelf I came across the journal  and began reading.  What drizzle!  I tore out the pages and now have a notebook that’s one-third free for better purposes like to-do lists.  Story ideas tend to sneak up on me in the least likely moments and I find I must quickly net them before they evaporate. My net of choice are sticky notes.  Capture ideas–yes, tame? Not really.  My best ideas creep up on my brain while I doze and twitch and tease like the Cheshire’s cat’s smile, winking and blinking tormenting me to wake up and quickly try to set them down on paper.

A Post-it note is a piece of stationery with a...

A Post-it note is a piece of stationery with a re-adherable strip of adhesive on the back, designed for temporarily attaching notes to documents and other surfaces. Although now available in a wide range of colors, shapes, and sizes, Post-it notes are most commonly a 3-inch (76 mm) square, canary yellow in color. A unique low-tack adhesive allows the notes to be easily attached and removed without leaving marks or residue, unless used on white boards. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The dilemma becomes whether I wake and write down the idea thus cease my napping, or hope the idea lingers long enough upon waking to render it upon my handy stash of Post-Its.  Usually, like the final etchings of the sun’s rays upon the horizon, I barely catch the idea as it balances between the my slumbering and awakening consciousness.Most of the time the ideas seemed so loomingly real and lucid I have every confidence they will walk themselves out of my id onto my laptop and flip over to revel their bellies in submission.  Not so.  These ideas only appear to be in submission, they usually scamper away like coquettish kittens around the corner only to tease me with their presence.  If I’m lucky I manage to procure one or two meaningful words or even a sentence before the complete idea vanishes into wisps of wakefulness.

Once, I dreamed an entire story about dealing with circular logic.  I raced down to my computer and typed it out.  With only the slightest of revisions it became a story which Highlights for Children published and Boyds Mills Press  later included it in one of their anthologies.  Getting a dream story down in its entirety doesn’t happen often; in fact, I think that was the only time I managed to get the story placed from dream to page before it lasped away into the mists of wakefulness once again.

Here are is a partial collection of Serendipity Surprises I found recently:

  • timeless birthday, doorbell, grandma–this one came to me while out walking and it had something to be with a Bradburian idea of a woman who seemingly lives on forever (a birthday wish fulfilled?) and smiles when she hears a background trumpet (a birthday tribute or the Rapture?)  I think the story appeared better in my brain than in my outline
  • ten minute tidbits–we have a lot of construction stops going on that hinder the daily progress of life and I thought this could be an article about how to best spend those stretched out moments of waiting. (I have a harmonica in my glove compartment for those times in hopes I will one day become harp proficient).
  • a funny thing happened on the way to the library–a recount of my interesting career of applying for the head librarian position at our school’s library and how I ended up becoming a teacher due to the state’s requirement all school librarians must have a teaching certificate (and with all the budget cuts in place this is no longer true, but hey, I have discovered that I love teaching–and some days I actually like it)

I have an entire folder filled with sticky note captures.  Now if I could only find enough time to sit down and shape these mind meanderings into meaningful prose and poetry. I imagine this is what my brain looks like prior to being sticky-noted:

Post-It Note Art Collage (PINAP)

Post-It Note Art Collage (PINAP) (Photo credit: Adrian Wallett)

Airport Moments


Cover of "The Terminal (Widescreen Editio...

Cover of The Terminal (Widescreen Edition)

 

I’m sitting here in the middle of a two hour layover at an airport that could use a serious makeover.  There is a pervasive nuance of worn out and drone in this place.  It’s not that I’m a world traveler and have a large repertoire of airports to pull out from experience to offer up comparisons, I’m calling it as I see it.  Plus, having caught a flight out of an especially aesthtic airport this morning (Portland–PDX–Orgeon progressive at its best),  it’s a real let down to spend excess time in a rundown terminal.  I shall not name it, except to say it’s in the Southwest and it’s hot out there.  Real hot.  Like I hope I have a covered tarmac to the plane because it’s heatstroke weather hot outside. (I didn’t–I nearly melted like a candy bar left on the dashboard)

Being between flights there is not much to do.  On the other hand, there is plenty to do in the people watching department.  My writer’s mind is storing all sorts of vignettes as I pretend I’m occupying myself with my laptop (well, I guess I am–this post is proof).

First Moment:
People-mover walkways never cease to amaze me.  Why do people walk on boring airplane motiff carpet when they can be transported on the rolling terminal sidewalk?  A fave is to stride aboard and walk with purpose, as if I am a Person Of Importance. Slow movers ride the right side as I power-walk down to my place of destination. The scenario:

“Sylvia checked her voice mail quickly, before reconfirming her flight and gate number.  Securing her phone into her purse, she mentally rehearsed her opening remarks  once again, allowing spots of applause and appreciative chuckles within the time frame.  Her thoughts were hampered by the incessant recording “the sidewalk is ending–please watch your step.”  Wait, that could be a metaphor.  Life is like a moving sidewalk in that we simply step on and roll through life and if we aren’t careful we can end up stumbling at the end.  Sylvia decided she would work it into remarks.”

Second Moment:
How does someone end up working behind an airport Burger King counter?  I pondered this as the cashier rang up my purchase. Did she think at fifteen that she would be handing back, “Have a nice day” with someone’s change when she was 32?  Would she go back, if possible, and say, “Girl, listen up to the counselor. You had better sign up for geometry, take that Biology II class, and don’t forget to study for your vocabulary test on Wednesday, otherwise you will be still wearing that zip up fugly polyster uniform when you get out of high school.”  She maybe took the wrong Frost path.

Third Moment:
“Look at this, no hands.  It’s self-propelled.”  This comment is directed to the woman in the airport courtesy wheelchair. The attendant grins widely as he walks alongside her.  She looks over at him like he’s popped a lugnut off his hubcap and his sanity is seriously wobbling.  Then, she smiles and they both share a laugh before he grabs a hold of the handle and continues pushing her towards her flight.  My thought: “Cool.  Way to make a rainbow in the middle of day.”

There are many more micro-moments: the guy in a ponytail, too tight plaid bermuda shorts and too small Calvin and Hobbes t-shirt and no visible carry-on luggage (hmmmm…), the grandma next to me reading her e-reader (who says Greys don’t do tech?),  the anxious bumped passengers waiting to get their name called off the short list (reactions range from resignation to disgruntled subdued rants shared on phones).

I remember watching a movie with Tom Hanks and Catherine Zeta-Jones a few years back, The Terminal,where due to circumstances beyond his control, Hanks ended up living at the airport, all the while harboring a passion for Jones, who is a stewardess.  I would not want to live at the airport, at least not this one.

Eve Bunting wrote a picture book, Flyaway Home,  about a father and young son who choose to live at an airport instead of the streets.  Both the movie and the book showed how airports are made for short visits and not lengthy stays.  Wait–my flight is finally being called.  I’m bound for home, or will be home soon enough.  Airports, are best suited for destination portals, and people watching.  Home addresses they do not make.

 

What’s Love Got to Do With It?


What’s Love Got to Do With It?.

What’s Love Got to Do With It?


Zora Neale Hurston, American author. Deutsch: ...

Zora Neale Hurston, American author. Deutsch: Zora Neale Hurston Español: Zora Neale Hurston (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cover of "Their Eyes Were Watching God"

Cover of Their Eyes Were Watching God

Tina Turner belts out a great 80’s tune about love and relationships and her personal point-of-view on the whole age-old matter of that interpersonal sparking that goes on between man and woman.  That tune kept running through my mind as I read Zora Neale Hurston‘s Their Eyes Were Watching God.  I think Janie and Tina would have been soul sisters or at least would have gone out for a girl chat at the local Starbucks.

TEWWG is not a title I would have picked up on my own.  I’m not a fan of dialect-heavy text, hence I don’t do a lot of Mark Twain either.  Simply tell me the person is Irish, Swedish, Southern, or illiterate Northern and I get the idea.  All the enhanced ‘taint so, hissa, and blimeys wear on my inner ear after awhile. Since Hurston’s book is on my list of AP Literature texts we will explore in class next year  I have plucked away at Janie’s vernacular and have come away an enriched reader. Why? Hurston’s writing style is mesmerizing.  I also came away with another plucky female protagonist to add to my list.  Janie is a survivor, and an admirable individual with or without a man in her life.  She’s got chutzpah. Janie is one of literature’s greatest philosopher’s concerning love:

“Love ain’t somethin’ lak uh grindstone dat’s de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore” (20.7).

We as readers witness how Janie experiences love in three different forms: an unwilling, immature teenager who’s ignited imaginings of love are reduced to serving as a farm hand; a trophy wife whose own needs become buried as her social position rises; and finally as the woman fulfilled in a marriage of choice.

Written in 1937 (literary wagging tongues say Hurston did so in seven weeks), Hurston’s novel covers many issues reflective of the times.  If we can set those aside and concentrate on Janie, I would comment on how Janie set a standard worth noting: marry for love, even if it cross grains tradition and common sense.

What does love have to do with marriage?  Everything, according to Janie.  Tina gave us her opinion about it in the eighties, but Janie had it hands-down in thirties. Let the love meet you on the shore of life.

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P.S. Halle Berry presents an admirable Janie in the movie version of the book.  While the movie condenses the book greatly, Janie’s character is captured well by the beauteous Berry.

 

Chocolate Fortune Cookies


This week is one of celebrations: school is out for the year (Yay!); I celebrated a double-digit birthday of significance (Nice!); and the blog rolled out 3,000 hits, 70 followers, and 65 posts (Way Cool!).  This calls for dark chocolate.

My MEPA (most excellent personal assistant) spoils me by providing dark chocolate when I most need it: when I’m stressed and when I’m happy.  Not any dark chocolate, mind you, the best dark chocolate.  Bars are now in the past, lately my favorite brand comes out in bag style with individually wrapped morsels awaiting tasting and savoring.  The chocolate part is gratifying; however the best part is that each wrapper offers a profound, even witty saying–basically I’m partaking in chocolate fortune cookies.  Yummmm…

Here are my favorites so far:

  • Chocolate therapy is “Oh, so good.”
  • Stir your sense of pleasure
  • Be the first to hit the dance floor
  • Take time to notice the color of the leaves changing
  • Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
  • Your smile is your best accessory.
  • Stop and enjoy the chocolate aroma.
  • Remember the simple pleasures in life.
  • All you really need is love, and a little chocolate doesn’t hurt!
  • The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
  • Renew your sense of discovery.
  • It’s OK to be fabulous AND flawed!
  • Feel free to be yourself.
  • Chocolate speaks the international language of love.
  • Life is good.
An added bonus of this chocolate therapy is if I buy two more specially marked bags I will receive a movie ticket.  Dark chocolate and the movies–almost as good as a book and my hammock.

Flag Day


140th US Flag Day poster. 1777-1917. The birth... 140th US Flag Day poster. 1777-1917. The birthday of the stars and stripes, June 14th, 1917. ‘Tis the Star Spangled Banner, oh, long may it wave, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!” Library of Congress description: “Poster showing a man raising the American flag, with a minuteman cheering and an eagle flying above.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

June 14th is Flag Day.  Actually everyday is Flag Day for me, because I love being an American.  When our principal’s voice comes over the speaker to “please rise, take your hats off, put your hand over your heart and repeat after me,” I do so–not because it’s what I have done since kindergarten; I do so because the pledge really, really means something to me. Red Skelton captured it best:

 

The Duke adds his own touch:

What is Flag Day? This day commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States, which all began June 14, 1775.  Yet, it took a schoolteacher, Bernard J. Cigrand to mount up the needed patriotism that would eventually place the date on our calendars.

Not many government offices will be closed.  Don’t worry–the bank and library will still be open.  And don’t be disappointed  if Wal-Mart won’t be running a blockbuster sale.  You might see an isolate parade here and there.  There should be more flags than usual outside of storefronts and houses.  It’s a quiet day, one that speaks volumes of meaning, if a person takes the time to listen.

Flag Day quietly reminds us we were once a fledgling nation, a band of colonies, who fought for freedom of religion and craved independence.  We came from one nation, and eventually became a nation composed of many from other nations.

To be an American means different things to different people.  To me it means to  feel humble, yet proud, for I acknowledge we have our problems as a people and as individuals, yet how many other countries have the opportunities America does? For being so young, we have accomplished so very much.  I respect the flag and how it represents the freedom I have as an American. I also respect the lives that have fought to ensure I have that freedom.

I am saddened and even vexed when my students do not stand and recite the pledge.  Instead of showing my annoyance and handing out a lecture like I often used to do, I have begun a different course. I will pump my fist in the air and proclaim: “I love being an American!” Yes, my students think I’m odd; on the other hand, I really, really do love being an American and if I am to be their role model nine months out of the year, why not show them everyday how I truly feel?  Oh, yes I do love being an American.

 

Flag of the United States of America Flag of the United States of America (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Book, Book, Booker Award


c. 50

c. 50 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One, Two, Three What do I appreciate…BOOKS!!!

Oh yes, indeedy I love books and being nominated for the Booker Award is insanely amazing–I would apologize for my enthusiasm,yet how can I contain my happy dance about being nominated for a blogger award that is all about what this blog is all about–books and all its components, like writing, writers, reviews, all that words stuff.

So a big ol’ thanks to valerierlawson for nominating me.  Here is what it looks like:

And here is what it is all about:

The award goes to blogs that are at least 50% about books–allowance for readings or writing (glad about that)

The next part is tough. To receive the award the blogger must share the top five favorite books ever read. My, my, my–that’s almost cruel.  I will have to pause and give it some thought.

The other part is almost as tough since I must select  5-10 other wonderful book blogs to pass on the award.  I’ll start here first:

Without a doubt Literary Tiger. I appreciate LT’s comments, insights, and humor.  A definite Book Booster.

Another definite is Eagle-Eyed Editor whose wit and way with words is wonderful. I enjoy our blog chit-chats.

If we are talking bookworms (says so right on the banner), let’s mention shelovesreading. This blogger loves books, writes about books, promotes books. That’s a blogger worth a Booker Award mention.

Now back to favorite reads.  These are by no means my ultimate top five reads; however, they are among the books I would pack in a trunk if being dropped off on an island ala Tom Hanks and no volleyballs were about.

1.  The Bible.

2.  To Kill a Mockingbird

3.  Pride and Prejudice or maybe Emma or do I have to chose one Jane Austen?

4.  Jane Eyre

5. The Oxford Dictionary.

If you want to know my reasons why, drop in and we can chat.  I love talking books.  I do indeed.

Here are some other book blogs to consider:

1000novelsandme

bibliophiliacs

If I missed mentioning your blog and you know I should know about it I will plead finals week weariness. I am creating this post after a 12 hour day of meetings, doling out finals, and grading finals.  Is there any dark chocolate in the house?

English: Stack of books in Gould's Book Arcade...

Liebster Blog Love


English: Meryl Streep on the 56th Internationa...

English: Meryl Streep on the 56th International Film Festival in San Sebastian (Spain). Own work by uploader User:PhotoTakeReality (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Ich bin ein Liebster Blogger.”  I hope my German doesn’t offend anybody. My mom laughs when I haul it out and dust it off. It’s always a great feeling to feel the liebe from other bloggers.  It’s my paycheck, I suppose, that is, until an agent or editor happens to come across my posts and offer me a book/movie package.  Well, why not?  It happened to Julie, didn’t it?  I wonder if Meryl is in between movies…

So–thanks, merlinespielen for this award.  I guess it’s a good thing being recognized for having a follower base under 200 (?).  Being recognized is being recognized, and I always appreciate  merlinspielen’s comments on my posts.

Okay, now for passing on the Blog Award baton.  Other blogs under 200 followers (I think…couldn’t find the counter numbers):

 makemeafrock:  she combines poetry and sew(etry) in her posts, which is a marvelous combination in my book.

Pastor Jeff:  I so do enjoy his thought-provoking posts.

AJJenner:a writer who shares a common project of writing about a family member’s experiences about WWII.  Did I mention she’s got a fabulous banner photo of her grandfather?

poetrybytheclueless: a teenager who loves to write, and no doubt has more followers than I do, and just graduated (happy graduation!)

onelonemagpie: writing about fashion in a fresh way (p.s. Happy Birthday!)

Whew!  What a week–awards, last day of instruction, Ray Bradbury passes away, graduation,  birthdays–glad for the extra liebe.

Tschuss, mein freundin (Mom, quit snickering)

CricketMuse

Farewell to Ray Bradbury


cover by Tom Canty of a reprint edition

Photo of Ray Bradbury.
Photo of Ray Bradbury. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ray Bradbury. I discovered him back in college, maybe even in high school.  I devoured his books and reread Dandelion Wine, always wondering why it hasn’t transferred to film like so many of his other stories.  His stories and books are part of my teaching curriculum.  His effortless way with imagery and metaphor are sterling examples I held up to my students as exemplars.  I show his Ray Bradbury Theater episodes in Creative Writing, Freshmen English, Sophomore English, and plan to study his Farenheit 51 in AP Senior English.  I have savored the notion Bradbury has  somewhat been a co-teacher in my classroom. 

Ray Bradbury was and is a favorite author, not so much for his outstanding stories, but for his youthful outlook.  After showing some of his interview clips to students they appreciated his writing that much more.  “He’s a pretty cool guy.” High praise from a fifteen year old.

So, this is farewell, for now, Ray.  Your books and stories, dreams, and innovations and imagination will live on in your words.

Ray Bradbury

The ABC’s of Blog Maintenance


Like cars, blogs require basic maintenance in order to perform at their best.  There’s analogy in that statement I could pursue about oil and air pressure relating to tags and categories, but I’m not sure I can pull it off.

I think I need to add a disclaimer about this post: I am still very much a blogger newbie.  It is not my intention to offend anyone.  It is also not my intention to come off sounding like a know-it-all-bloggy pants (especially when my hits and follower stats aren’t at huge impressive numbers…yet).  I simply felt compelled to share some observations and what better way than through the trite and true method of ABC-ing.

American Broadcasting Company

American Broadcasting Company (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

*I am at the virtual podium*

CM: ahem…thank you for stopping by.  Some of you may be veteran bloggers of a million followers and quadrillion hits, while others of are just getting started.  And some of you might be in between those extremes.  Here are some basic ABCs of blogging.

A is for appreciate.  Stop by other blogs and comment, click “like”, or simply browse the site.  No one wants to write in a void, and everyone appreciates a bit of appreciation.

A is also for advertise.  Toss out a kudo about another blogger’s post through your writing, via one of those nifty blogger awards, or even link up another post through a Zemanta click.

Blogging Heroes

Blogging Heroes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

B is broadening your scope.  You might have started your blog with only one subject in mind (the wonders of bottle cap collecting, for instance).  Why not launch out and discuss how bottles came to be invented or include a craft article on bottle cap wind chimes?  Broadening your blog content can attract new readers.

Bottle Caps

Bottle Caps (Photo credit: merfam)

C can be for connecting and contributing and customizing.  Connecting is all about developing relationships with other bloggers, creating a bit of cyberspace friending (sans Zuckerman, thank you).  Contributing is commenting and replying to posts, adding your two-cents and maybe even a dollar’s worth to a topic.  Finally let’s cut to customizing, that need to get your style thing going.  As you continue posting establish a voice, tone, persona for your blog.  Find your niche–are you witty, eccentric, knowledgeable, graphically inclined, inspiring?  Your followers will look forward to the character you give your posts.

There are many other important components to blog maintenance.  These simple ABCs are only a start.

Thank you for your time.

*slight nod of head in acknowledgement*

Happy Pages

and Happy Blogging

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