The Ruing of Breaking
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It has been a full week and there is one more day to go. Monday a snow day (yay!), vocab tests, To Kill a Mockingbird completions, giddy (if not rowdy) teens waiting for Christmas Break to begin, Professional Learning Communities, paperwork, grading, parent meetings, and I would say I am fully and truly ready for Friday to arrive.
And so it is ever so nice to click on the notification link and see an award nom. Ironically, my energy being at its lowest and feeling fairly blah around the edges as I countdown minutes to Christmas Break, Mary Meddlemore nominated me for

Thanks Mary!!
I’m supposed to nominate 15 other inspiring blogs and provide 7 facts about myself…and now that you know how my week has been I know you will let me off the hook. At least until the weekend? Great. Thanks.
Until I rally more energy and time I send hugs and luvs to all out there because I know I am not the only one who feels a bit bruised around the edges this week.
Tuesday marked the start of our AP Poetry Unit. I am so excited we are finally onto poetry!! Poetry is the curry of prose. It’s the sprinkles found in exposition. It’s the center of the Tootsie Pop because it’s that delightful surprise unexpectedly found in the middle of the everyday.
Poetry is not just rhyme. It’s not just meter. It’s not slavering on about metaphor and simile. It’s bounce, giggles, shock, and awe. Poetry is the dance of words. Poetry is that note of praise found nestled in the staunch flow of sentences, paragraphs, and text.
It’s sing.
It’s song.
It’s the azure found in the sky.
It’s the You before I.
It’s older than the page before you.
It’s Homer before he became a Simpson.
And the Dead Poets are the best because their words formed the path for the rest.
Oh, hello Emily, Robert, William, Byron, Coleridge, Sylvia, Langston, Gwendolyn–I’d like you to meet my students. I’ve been telling them about you. I can’t wait for them to know you like I’ve gotten to know you. And I can’t wait to learn more about you as I learn from my students.
Poetry. Word colors of our world.
Bette Midler had a great hit with her rendition of “Friends.” Friends are right up with there with dark chocolate, a good book (okay, a couple of those), and a sky of blue to make it through tough times.
It’s friends like you that saw me through NaNoWriMo this year. Yup, I just printed out my certificate. Tonight I punched in 50, 316 words and received my prize. I think I used up all our color ink cartridge printing it out. It’s a real pretty one this year.
Since my house is small, the hour late, and I’m all out of ginger ale, I will toss out a virtual “Happy NaNo Over Party.” You supply the hats and confetti on your end and I will supply the thank yous on this end.
If there were a NaNo Happy It’s Over and I Finished Party, and we all had the opportunity to step right up to the microphone, here’s what I would say:
“First of all, thanks for stopping by and taking the time to like my posts. That helped encourage me to keep going and it definitely brightened my day. Secondly, I enjoyed getting to know new bloggers and visiting new sites. Thirdly, what? My time’s up already? Phooey. Okay, really fast. I don’t know what I’ll do with my NaNo novel, but seeing how you hung with it, you’ll be the first to know if anything does happen with it i.e. published, sold the movie rights, t-shirts, bumper sticker quotes–the usual fame route.”
The last post Vera made was about the value of friends, and so here is a tribute about that very subject. Bettte surely knew what she was singing about: you got to have friends.

With six days left Vera has finally started her NaNo novel. Her inspiration is a hybrid of Hamlet and Alice in Wonderland with a bit of Lost in Austen thrown in. It’s fan fiction at it’s *finest*. Okay, cut the kid a break–she’s only fifteen and has never written anything of length beyond the required English essay.
Actually, I’m a bit of a snob when it comes to fan fiction, even though I’ve come across some which is entertaining and well-written, I can’t help but think, “Couldn’t you come up with something original?” Then again there is something to be said for being inspired by good writing.
For example, Wide Sargasso Sea is on the AP suggested reading list and can be considered the prequel to Jane Eyre. What? Fan Fiction considered classic literature? Told you I was a literary snob.
An ardent admirer of Ophelia of Hamlet and Alice of Wonderland fame, and totally grooving on the Lost in Austen premise of switching places with Elizabeth Bennett, I couldn’t help but have Vera weave all of them together.
NaNo–the most grueling, yet satisfying form of writing under pressure. Sissies need not apply.
Serendipity. That happenstance which is unexpected and delightful. Like finding that forgotten twenty dollar bill in your jacket pocket about the time you need a spare bit of change to enjoy an impromptu gelato and a movie.
Serendipity also happens in writing. For instance, the other day my NaNo protag went on a side rant about swearing and she wondered (as I do) why certain sounds satisfy that need of relieving vexation. Those sounds are called fricatives.
Opening my latest version of Children’s Writer I experienced that serendipitous moment upon reading “Punch, Bold, Colorful: Fricatives” by Vera Boyd Jones. Here is her opening segment:
My friend Brendan, a brand-new teacher, sat at my dinner table complaining that a novel for junior high readers was totally unrealistic.
“There’s no way a juvenile delinquent would talk like that. His language would be full of words like *!&**## and $^*&$* and %(^*#. (Substitutes are mine.) Your ears would turn blue if you heard the kids talk in our school hallways, and they’re not in trouble with the law.”
“That may be,” I said in the tone I reserve for talking to young friends I have known since their birth and who should not be cussing in front of me, “but the first reader of a novel is an editor and once it’s in print, the next readers are reviewers and librarians, and they are not going to buy a kids’ book full of profanity. And I won’t even address the role of irate school boards.”
“But it’s not right,” he said.
“It’s not accurate, but that’s where substitute fricatives come in.”
“Fricatives?”
“Phooey. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of fricatives? Shoot, they’re such wonderful words.”
Jones goes on to discuss the role of hard consonant sounds (p, f, b, d, k, sh, etc.) in our most colorful (and frowned upon) language. Fricative, itself, is a great fricative. Substituting naughty words with imaginative and consonant-rich ones is a solution to being tsked in the classroom. Chris Crutcher, a popular YA author, cares not for substitutes and runs through as many of the real thing as possible (it seems) in his writing. He’s proud of it too. I’ve had him as a guest in my classroom and the students are split between liking the realism of his language usage and being uncomfortable with reading it.
For now, Vera will stick with her frick-atives. After all, if I’m self-conscious saying them, how can I possibly have my characters utter them?
Yesterday I thought I would be enjoying my extra day off, the perk for having worked two twelve hour days. Instead , I was doing the porcelain hug–yup, the flu bug caught up to me and bit me rather nastily. Lipton soup, napping, and the wonderful ministrations of my MEPA (most excellent personal assistant) righted me from prone to errands. I had to get my Saturday library run in–plus I expanded my horizons with a chocolate taste-testing lesson from ET, my librarian compatriot.
With a bag of AP Cyrano journals to grade I needed a movie to keep me company–my MEPA had a previous engagement with the roof. It’s an oldie but goodie: Last Action Hero. I checked it out again (third time watching it) because Ahnold plays Hamlet. “Hey Claudius, you killed my fadder. Big mistake.” I’m readying for Hamlet in AP and thought it would be appropriate to show how far Shakespeare’s influence reaches.
One reason I like LAH so much is the irony, paradox, parodies, and outright clichés. Here it is in a nutshell if you haven’t seen the movie: Arnold is playing Jack Slater who is Arnold playing Jack Slater, who is the quintessential action hero. There are a bazillion inside jokes and cameos. Maybe this movie gave me the idea for my NaNo novel. Who could resist writing a novel about a girl writing a novel during National Novel Writing Month? I couldn’t.
If you are writing your NaNo, hang tough, because this is the week people start to find the going tough and drop out of the word count race. You can do it. You can do it. You can do it. Yes, you can.
See you on the other side of 50,000. It’s one word at a time making each sentence reach into paragraphs into pages.
And with that,
Happy Pages
CM
November is a great time for writers. The weather is chilly enough to no longer tempt outdoor activity, there is a coziness to the house with the crackle of the fire, and NaNo is on.
Two years ago, when I finally decided to leap into NaNo I managed to meet the 50,000 word challenge with a day or two to spare. I’m still editing that manuscript. Writing quantity instead of quality is whole different way to write. I tend to edit as I write and editing is a luxury when it comes to the National Novel Writing Month.
There are a plethora of blogs about NaNo and how it works, so I shall not perpetuate redundancy. Instead I will bravely leap once again into NaNo; however, this time it will be with a bit more panache. This time I have created a separate NaNo blog site and will air my daily writings. Warts and all shall be bared to those interested enough to witness the daily grinding process of trying to produce 1,600 words daily. I take NaNo founder Chris Baty’s words to heart, “No plot? No problem?” I am hopeful my daily outpourings will not be merely NaNonsense.
I will have a link in my column www.veranano.wordpress.com as well as periodic updates on the process. I still hope to keep up with my Cricket Musings.
If you are NaNo-ing, please let me know. The solitary tapping of the keyboard is much more comforting knowing I tap not alone.
If you’ve been blogging for a bit you are no doubt aware of Zemanta, the wonderful widget which suggests photos and articles based on your text. It’s a quick way to instantly add some bling to your blog and doubly nice since the credit tag is part of the package.
You stop and mutter, “What the–? because the photo has NOTHING to do with your text.
Case in point–I hoped to insert some raging Gothic images for my Gothic romance post and laughably Zemanta offered me:
Have you been there? Scrolling from the plausible into the oblique?
So I ask: Whatsa matta with myah Zemanta?
Is my text too vague?
Are my topics too oblique?
Do I not inspire the photo picking Zemanta elves to brilliance and relevancy?
Now, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate Zemanta. It’s handy, and it’s dandy. It’s just a bit perplexing.
Troubleshooting my concerns I did some researching for answers.
We analyze your post through our proprietary natural language processing and semantic algorithms, and statistically compare its contextual framework to our preindexed database of content.
In plain speak I think they are telling me that they try to match up photos to my text depending on my content and depending on their photos.
3. I did learn images come from Wikipedia Commons and Flickr among other stock photo providers.
4. Overall, I usually find one or two photos that are pertinent. The rest? I just figure the Zemanta elves were messing with me. As for the articles? No problemo; they match up–mostly.
Anyone else think the Zemanta elves are laughing at them?
Blogging is tough to keep up with when the paperload of grading bogs my time down. I’ve managed to swim up from an arduous week of poetry notebooks and grammar packets and hope to dust off the edges of my postie.
First of all, as summer plunges into the recesses of seasonal change, as darkness and rainy days force former sunny afternoons of backyard bliss to fade away into autumnal dreariness, I can’t help but reflect how quickly time passes. One day I’m relaxing out in the backyard with book in hand after a long day of prepping freshmen of the harsh realities of high schoolness and the next moment I’m hunkering over my laptop planning second semester lesson forays into To Kill a Mockingbird and The Odyssey.
This is when I am glad to retreat into blogdom.
I have scant energy to work on my manuscripts once school starts again. I don’t even have energy to skim through my writing magazines, let alone attend my critique group. Teacherness garners every grain of my attention. Then again, what else would I want to do for a career.? Oh, yeah, be a world-famous recluse writer. Aah, there’s time for that when I do actually retire.
For now, blogging is my version of knitting as a means of unwinding and filling my hands with busyness and allowing my brain to channel some sort of creativity. I may not churn out scarves and mittens, but I do enjoy tweaking out a post or two.
This is why I so appreciate getting a bit of recognition now and then. Those fun reader awards count for hurrah applause (“yes! someone is reading my stuff! yay!!) This time I have Samirto thank for nominating me for the One Lovely Blog Award. I appreciate Samir’s comments and he has great insights on writing (and life) at his own blog. Be sure to check out his blog if you haven’t already. Now, as to the award regs:
1. Thanks, Samir, for the lovely blog nom
2. Seven things about me…
3. Fifteen blogs I think are Lovely
ahem, well…I think a lot of blogs are lovely and so not too offend anyone I do follow, have followed, and intend on following more closely, here are a handful of new-to-me blogs. I especially like how random these bloggers think, react, and respond to the world around them. They are sound bites of this big blue marble we call home:
And just in case you are interested, as I was dusting and futzing about the blog I discovered a few stats lying about. Not knowing what else to do with them I thought I would air them out. Stats do like a turn about now and then.
Since February when I began Musing via WordPress:
Anyway, I’m worn out from dusting and futzing. I need to get back to slumming and read my gothic romance. The heroine is just about to become the governess to the spoiled daughter of the married man who has wretched, but attractive wife. It should be a fast read. Tomorrow we continue with Cyrano de Bergerac in AP English.
Happy Pages,
CricketMuse