Pam Webb

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Mondays Should Always Be So Pleasant…


Thanks to the Cecile’s Writers (especially Samir) who passed on the ABC, Awesome Blog Content, Award to my blog.  Is there a Blog Awards red carpet ceremony?  I have this divine silver lame (as in lah-may) number I picked up at Goodwill and I’ve been longing to wear it somewhere.  Okay, never mind the brief flip of verve and vanity.  This is a fun award and it’s even more fun since I can pass it on to blogs like:

http://makesomethingmondays.wordpress.com/about/#comment-541

She makes Monday melt in your mouth with her simply sumptuousness postings of rad and provoking photos and such

There is also

http://eagleeyededitor.wordpress.com/ who delights my writer’s heart

and then to

http://thepersnicketyreader.com/ who attends to my love of books

From there do visit

http://carolinareti.wordpress.com/category/culture/ who loves libraries like I do

I suggest

http://abigailkrocker.wordpress.com/about/ whose youthful exuberance for books and such is refreshing

and because life would be boring with only books  to look forward, try

http://onelonemagpie.com/ for fashion fun, flair, and fandango

Then there is

http://homeschoolhappymess.com/ because Homeschoolers rock!

Lastly, but not leastly (and there are so many cool blogs out there to experience yet):

http://katieisateacher.com/ I just naturally have a soft spot for teachers.

Now for the ABC thing:

Always
Believe
Can
Do
Everything
For
Going
Higher
Is
Just
Kinda
Like
Must
Now
Oh
Please
Quiet
Really
Ssh
Thinking
Under
Very
Weighty
X-ertion
Yikes
ZZZ (too tired to try to write anymore)

Show + Tell = Sell (your writing)


As an English teacher (freshmen, sophomores, seniors, with a side of creative writing) I tend to pencil-mark on my student papers: “show, don’t tell.”  And as a writer I strive to do the same when packaging my own words for my readers.  Yet, showing versus telling wasn’t always so when it comes to popular reads of former times.  For instance, take Dickens.  Please.  Okay, that’s mean.  I would rather watch Dickens than read him.  Why?  My goodness, the man could go on (and on and on). From Bleak House (www.powells.com):

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In Chancery

London. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus,forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn-hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes-gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas, in a general infection of ill-temper, and losing their foot-hold at street corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if the day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.


Well, to be fair, Dickens probably padded due to being paid for serializing his writing in magazines.  However, it still is a ponderous bit of word slogging to get to the point. A modern-day rewrite would involve some snappy dialogue woven into an imagery-laden snapshot of a bigger picture.

I must confess although I dislike slogging I do sometimes get caught up in the books of writers of old who did more telling than showing.  One writer I’ve taken up with is Bess Streeter Aldrich (see posting for Oh Pioneers).

Bess Streeter Aldrich (1881-1954) Elmwood (www.bessstreeteraldrich.org)

Bess Streeter Aldrich was one of Nebraska’s most widely read and enjoyed authors. Her writing career spanned forty-some years, during which she published over 160 short stories and articles, nine novels, one novella, two books of short stories, and one omnibus. In her work, she emphasized family values and recorded accurately Midwest pioneering history. One of her books, Miss Bishop, was made into the movie, Cheers for Miss Bishop; and her short story, “The Silent Stars Go By,” became the television show, The Gift of Love, starring Lee Remick and Angela Lansbury. Aldrich also served as a writer and consultant in Hollywood for Paramount Pictures.

If following my posts, you know I do enjoy a good pioneer story now and then.  Having finished Spring Came On Forever  I looked for more of her books.  I found two of note: A Lantern in Her Hand and A White Bird Flying.  Both center on Abbie Deal and her family who were Nebraska pioneers.  These books took me a couple of weeks to read, not because they were fat tomes–no, they weighed in as doable under 250 pages.  Whereas, I can whip through a contemporary read of 500 pages (Divergent by Veronica Roth) over the weekend. Why is that?  I refer to a food analogy.

A bowl of blue corn chips is a tasty snack I munch through in a matter of minutes, while a bowl of vanilla frozen yogurt with a dash of boysenberry syrup and coconut flakes is a concoction I nibble and savor over a course of prolonged time.  So it is with reading.  Some books are munchers, tasty munchers, mind you, while others are meant to be savored a page at a time.  It all depends on the mood I am in.

An excerpt from A White Bird Flying: page 70 (concerning Rush Week at College circa 1900s)

But some of the girls had other qualities,–graciousness, that seemed a part of them and not assumed, sincerity that showed in their conversation.  Some were jolly with infectious laughter.  At first, Laura met them curiously with some attention to their various characteristics; but after a time she grew tired, confused, unable to tell the ones she fancied from those she did not.  And once in the mad rush, her mother happened to remember that Laura must go to the huge Coliseum to register for classes.  It seemed a waste of time to Eloise, but after all, it was quite true that the studies must be given some thought also.

I certainly could not munch and crunch through a book with those types of passages, nor did I care to.

Journeying back to my title, I want to simply comment that whether or not you are showing your writing or choose the telling of your story, you will still sell what you are offering.  It all depends on the audience.  Munch, crunch, or savor, there is a book waiting on the shelf for the ready reader.

I Know I Should Be Writing–But


I get distracted by Internet rabbit trails.  I sit down at my laptop with great intentions.  Such as putting that final edit on my manuscript and getting into the mail.  Or organizing my works-in-progress folder.  And I really should be finding all my receipts and getting my taxes ready. But I check my blog mail and respond, comment, and visit other blogs and get to rabbit trailing.  For instance I found these amusements today after I visited Scriptor Obsura’s site):

Oh my, I had too much fun with all these widgets

I selected the adorable hamster

And then I spent too much time messing playing with the other widgets like the typing game

Ha: made #2

Okay, okay, back to work.

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1. bel 1705 6 Intermediate 2012-03-03 03:28:23
2. CricketMuse 4240 11 Beginner 2012-03-03 15:10:46
3. lily 4000 11 Beginner 2012-03-02 15:28:16
4. lily 2980 11 Beginner 2012-03-02 15:22:10
5. ines 2895 9 Beginner 2012-03-02 00:06:22

Hungering for More Dystopia


Read this?

Then you might want to read this:

Especially if you are needing another dystopian novel read.

Once finishing the Hunger Games trilogy I found myself cruising the library stacks looking for something to fill the void.  I needed another Katniss.  I craved more page-turning plot.  I required a book, make that another series, about individuals standing up against the system.  My book booster buddy, “E”, suggested I try out Divergent by Veronica Roth.  I put in my library request.  And waited.  Long wait.  Apparently others had discovered Roth’s writing filled their void as well.

The basics:
Sometime in the future and we’ve got some serious Dystopian times.  Society is now divided up into five factions and upon turning sixteen a person must decide which faction he or she will choose.  This will be a life-changing decision: families will be separated and relationships tried, refined and perhaps broken.

Beatrice chooses a faction other than the one she grew up with and she finds herself in a totally alien environment.  She struggles with her identify, as well the values she’s grown up with all her life.  She also lives with the fact she hides a secret–one that could get her killed if it is revealed.

What I like:
Sure the plot is similar to Hunger Games, and that’s one reason why I like the book.  It has a page-turning plot, a strong and likable protagonist, a government gone wrong, and a love interest brewing in the background.  The rich vocabulary is worth mentioning, as well as the restraint on gratuitous violence, sex, and swearing–which is one reason Hunger Games was such a winner in my opinion. Divergent  is almost 600 pages.  I devoured it in two days.  Devouring pages is one of my requirements for a good book.

On the subject of dystopia–why am I, like so many other readers, attracted to stories about societies gone wrong?  Personally, I am not a person who appreciates chaos, yet I find myself intrigued by books where the world is on the verge of disorder and disruption.  Hmm, some reflection. Am I attracted to what I fear? Am I heartened and relieved that when I put down the book I still have a voice, an identity, and a vote?  To get even more analytical here is a quick list of dystopian books from way past to recent read:

        College (of course)

                                                                                               

 

 

 

 

High School (oh yeah–gotta love that required reading)

   

And the short stories of those wonderful curriculum textbooks (okay, a couple I like)

  

Recent Reads of My Own Volition:

     

Maybe utopia would be too easy to envision.  What could be interesting about a perfect world? What do they teach in the short story unit–yes, you do too know: no conflict, no story.  I guess as much as I crave peace, it’s the conflict that keeps things interesting.

A Way with Words: Tagexdo


I love wordplay almost as much as I love playing with words.  I came across this site Tagxedo and I’m starting to take words created, mine and other inspirations, and create word art.  Here is a very basic one promoting my Book Boosters campaign (you have signed up, haven’t you?)  I simply wanted to express how books add color into our life, and how much I love books.  There is more than one way to present your “words, words, words” to the world.  Ooh, that gives me an idea…

Okay, it’s not perfect.  I know.  It was fun thinking up how many words I could connect with books.

I hope you check out the site and get your word play on.

Happy Pages,

CricketMuse

A Tribute to Guinea Pigs


So sad. Patches, our guinea pig passed away today.  Some may wonder at being so attached to such a small  animal and might even wonder about guinea pigs as being significant pets, especially since they aren’t known for devotion and heroics as found in other pets such as cats, dogs, or even horses.  It’s not like there are scads of books or movies that pop into mind featuring a guinea pig as the hero animal.  Yet, our little pet definitely impacted our lives.  How could you not love this little face?

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He lived a very long life for a guinea pig, we reckon about eight, maybe even ten years.  Though Patches didn’t care much for me (never trim a guinea pig’s nails–he will forever resent you for it), he was known to lick fingers of those he adored.  Admittedly, he would set aside his resentments and he would squeak and wheek when he heard my voice  and when I peered into his cage he would rise up on his haunches looking for the treat he knew I would bring him.  I will miss sharing my morning banana with him. I will also miss taking him for our walks out in the backyard where he would munch away, the lord of the lawn, weather permitting.

The house seems so empty without his rustlings about.  Sigh.  Pet death is tough.  As part of my farewell, I thought I would dedicate a few books about guinea pigs to him.  Goodbye, little friend.

Product DetailsDick King-Smith is the author who wrote Babe, The Gallant Pig. Maybe you caught the movie?

Product DetailsProduct DetailsA couple of books and a movie which show the fun and adventuresome side of guinea pigs.  Our guinea pig may not have had a secret life, but he was still special to us all the same.

The Ultimate Valentine Found in My Favorite Book


Happy Pages,

CricketMuse

Cat in Hats and in Books


I like dogs.  I like cats.  Right now I own a guinea pig.  When it comes to reading about animals, though, I will reach for a book with cat in it far more quickly than a dog.  Like I said, I like dogs; however, in terms of characterization, cats are far more interesting.  Why?  They are so unpredictable and independent that they are a free agent, and that is what makes them  so interesting as book characters.

I didn’t realize how much I preferred cats as my literary animal of choice until I looked over my Good Reads list and read the titles. Definitely cats, especially this last year.  Below are a few of the cat books I’ve encountered, relished, and experienced.

Image Detail I must admit I am not a Cat in the Hat fan.  He made me nervous and tense as a child with his edging towards the naughty side of spicing up a boring day, and as a grownup–he still makes me nervous. Nevertheless, how can I fault a cat that has championed the cause of reading?

Tom Kitten and his companions are adorable in their little suits.  What little girl doesn’t dream of having her kittens all dressed up and talking?

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As I got older I turned to books like The Incredible Journey and It’s Like This, Cat.Image Detail  Both impacted me differently.  I think I cried when I read about the hardships of the animals as their love drove them on to find their owners.  Any book that makes me cry is going to be notable.  Truthfully, I don’t remember anything about Neville’s book except the title.  It seemed odd to me that a teenage guy would turn to a cat for solace.  Actually, that’s not too hard to believe since I dated a guy who owned four cats.  I figured a man who owned four cats possessed understanding and compassion. (“Reader, I married him.”)

Another unforgettable literary cat is the Cheshire found in Alice in Wonderland.

   Image Detail The Cheshire represents to me that cunning, sphinx-like knowing, but not telling aspect of cats.  They blink and stare at you with their little paws tucked under them.  They have secrets they aren’t sharing, that’s for sure.  I imagine if they started talking to us they would be a little bit maddening in their logic, and perhaps a bit condenscending in tone.  Last year I began a short story that’s growing into something larger, which is about a modern girl getting caught up into an Alice type world.  I know, it’s been done.  Remember, I love to write and now that I’m caught up into the story I have to keep going.  I’m at the part where Alyce (yes, different spelling) has caught up with Chessy, a Cockney-speaking cat.  We’ll see what happens.

I can’t leave out James Herriot.  I cried sometimes after reading his stories.  I read the entire series and became a devoted fan of the televsion series.  When the picture books came out spotlighting the various animal stories I read them as well.

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Last year I discovered two cat books that left me with that satisfied afterglow of a really good read.  These cats impacted many lives and though they have departed, their stories live on.  If you haven’t read them I encourage you to do so.  Be ye cat fancier or not–they are reads of longlasting impact.

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I think every public library should have a cat, especially if they could be as personable as Dewey.  Found in the library’s book drop as a nearly frozen lump of golden fur, he was nursed back to health by the staff. Head librarian Vicki Myron became his mother, and she writes lovingly of his impact on the library and on the town.  There is also a series of picture books featuring Dewey.

They say cats can sense sadness and will lend their furry compassion when needed. Oscar, one of the resident cats in a nursing home, had an uncanny sense of which patients were terminal and he would visit them in their last hours, giving comfor to both the patient and the family members.  His feline ESP caught the attention of staff doctor, Dr. David Dosa, and he learned how to add that Oscar touch to his rounds with his patients.

And then there is Homer.  Born blind, he learned to not only cope with life but through the devotion of his owner, Gwen Cooper, he embraced life, and became an inspiration to all who came in contact with him.  One aspect of the story is Gwen’s and Homer’s experience with being separated in 9/11.  A touching tribute to the bond between pet and owner.

I thought if I were going to read about cats I should delve into the famous The Cat Who… series.  I read the first one the other night: The Cat Who Read Backwards, which came out in 1966.

  There are thirty books in the series (actually the publisher cancelled the last one upon Braun’s death in 2011).  I have my work cut out for me if I intend to get caught up.  The last came out in 2007.  Koko, the star of the series, must have been well taken care of to make a sojourn of that length.

From cats in hats to cats who solve murders, there is something for everyone’s interest.

Readers are Leaders–of course you knew that


Another post in the celebration of books.  You are a Book Booster, right?  Add your “like” and join the list.  My goal is to have 500 Book Boosters by June.

Happy Pages,

CricketMuse

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