Saturday, December 31, 2011
8 MS Word Templates That Help You Brainstorm & Mind Map Your Ideas Quickly
8 MS Word Templates That Help You Brainstorm & Mind Map Your Ideas Quickly I don't use these kind of tools, but they may be helpful to others that write.
The Gender Genie
The Gender Genie Worked for me this morning to analyze and verify writer's gender on Twitter. I was curious.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Myrna Pancakes; latest draft
Each mile she drove and each corner she turned tested the shocks and springs of her old Saturn. She was a big girl and filled most of the front seat, spilling a bit onto the passenger seat, and dribbling into the back. Both front windows were made of plastic sheeting and duct tape. She didn’t seem to mind. Myrna, her large bosom pressing against the wheel, pushed ahead; proud and determined. She was late for the first serving of pancakes at The Pancake House.
Every morning at seven sharp, she drove the Saturn as fast as she dared to the lot behind the restaurant so she could be the first to be seated. All the waiters knew her. She squeezed into the booth, holding her breath as she did, and when her flesh came to rest, she was ensnared in the booth; her bosom covering a good part of the table and pushing the syrups, napkin holder and utensils from her reach.
She ordered the large, all-you-can-eat stack and two glasses of milk, large. When her pancakes came, she slathered on the butter, asking for more right away, and drowned each of the pancakes in a thick, blanket of maple syrup and more butter. She ate them quickly, keeping her eyes focused on her plate and making calculated and deliberate moves with her silverware so she wouldn’t waste any motion getting the large portion to her sticky and shiny lips – by this time, dripping with butter and syrup. She asked for another stack. When they came, she had finished both glasses of milk, so she ordered another as she built her pyramid of cakes, butter and syrup – a little faster this time, as the time was drawing closer to the time to get to her morning appointment. She always saved the best bite, and the biggest bit for last. It was her way of giving herself a special treat.
Myrna had an appointment to get her nails done this morning. She wanted some silk wraps on her acrylics this time, and was determined to get the exact shade of red that matched the lipstick that her boyfriend liked. Her boyfriend, Gordon, was a retired dock worker. At one time, he weighed 45o pounds, but after his stomach was stapled, he dropped to 300. He had back trouble, foot trouble, hip problems, and had a score of operations performed for various things, including hernia operations, thyroid, teeth extractions, etc. In his late 50’s he had worn out most of the useful parts of his body, but managed to coax his penis into active duty with a double dose of blue pills purchased on the Internet.
They made love after supper. Supper was always the most elaborate of meals and the height of ceremony. Potatoes were to be done just so, with milk and butter, then spooned carefully back into the baked shells. The meat, pork and beef, was to be roasted, then seared on the grill so the grill marks would cross and re-cross the face of the chops and steak. They both ate until they were a little dizzy, then they put the dishes in the sink and went to Myrna’s room to cuddle. They tore ate each other like they were opening packages of cookies. In a few hours, all that remained were remnants of Gordon’s eyeglasses and his white, wool socks.
Every morning at seven sharp, she drove the Saturn as fast as she dared to the lot behind the restaurant so she could be the first to be seated. All the waiters knew her. She squeezed into the booth, holding her breath as she did, and when her flesh came to rest, she was ensnared in the booth; her bosom covering a good part of the table and pushing the syrups, napkin holder and utensils from her reach.
She ordered the large, all-you-can-eat stack and two glasses of milk, large. When her pancakes came, she slathered on the butter, asking for more right away, and drowned each of the pancakes in a thick, blanket of maple syrup and more butter. She ate them quickly, keeping her eyes focused on her plate and making calculated and deliberate moves with her silverware so she wouldn’t waste any motion getting the large portion to her sticky and shiny lips – by this time, dripping with butter and syrup. She asked for another stack. When they came, she had finished both glasses of milk, so she ordered another as she built her pyramid of cakes, butter and syrup – a little faster this time, as the time was drawing closer to the time to get to her morning appointment. She always saved the best bite, and the biggest bit for last. It was her way of giving herself a special treat.
Myrna had an appointment to get her nails done this morning. She wanted some silk wraps on her acrylics this time, and was determined to get the exact shade of red that matched the lipstick that her boyfriend liked. Her boyfriend, Gordon, was a retired dock worker. At one time, he weighed 45o pounds, but after his stomach was stapled, he dropped to 300. He had back trouble, foot trouble, hip problems, and had a score of operations performed for various things, including hernia operations, thyroid, teeth extractions, etc. In his late 50’s he had worn out most of the useful parts of his body, but managed to coax his penis into active duty with a double dose of blue pills purchased on the Internet.
They made love after supper. Supper was always the most elaborate of meals and the height of ceremony. Potatoes were to be done just so, with milk and butter, then spooned carefully back into the baked shells. The meat, pork and beef, was to be roasted, then seared on the grill so the grill marks would cross and re-cross the face of the chops and steak. They both ate until they were a little dizzy, then they put the dishes in the sink and went to Myrna’s room to cuddle. They tore ate each other like they were opening packages of cookies. In a few hours, all that remained were remnants of Gordon’s eyeglasses and his white, wool socks.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Haiku Magnetic Poetry Kit
Make your own magnetic poetry kit, or stick these words in a jar and use them as cues:
&
a (3)
about
above
after
almost
always
am
an (2)
and (2)
are
as (2)
ask
at (2)
autumn
bark
be
before
beneath
between
birch
black
bloom
blossom
blue
breath
but (2)
by
call
can
cat
child
cicada
cloud
cold
come
commercial
concrete
could
crab
creak
cry
-d (2)
dandelion
dawn
dead
did
do (2)
dog
dream
drop
-e
early
eat (2)
-ed
-er
-es
-est
evening
every
eye
face
fall
field
fish
flower
fly
for
freeze
friend
from
full
garden
give
grass
green
happy
hard
harvest
has
have
he
hear
her
here
him
his
hot
house
how
howl
i (2)
ice
if
in (2)
-ing (2)
insect
investigate
is (2)
it
journey
know
later
laugh
leaf
leave
let
life
light
like (2)
listen
live
look
lunch
-ly (2)
make
man
me
melt
moon
more
morning
mouth
mushroom
must
my (2)
never
night
no
of (2)
off
on
only
or
our
out
owl
people
petal
plant
purple
-r
rain
refrigerator
rise
road
roof
rust
-s (2)
sad
said
say
see
she
shell
shiver
shore
side
skin
sleep
small
smile
snow
so
some
song
soon
sound
spring
stand
still
stream
summer
sun
tear
television
than
that
the (3)
then
there
they
this
though
thought
through
thunder
to (2)
too
tree
trickle
up
use
very
walk
wall
wander
want
was
watch
water
we
weed
were
wet
when
which
while
whisper
who
why
wild
will
wind
window
winter
with
woman
wood
would
-y (2)
yellow
you (2)
&
a (3)
about
above
after
almost
always
am
an (2)
and (2)
are
as (2)
ask
at (2)
autumn
bark
be
before
beneath
between
birch
black
bloom
blossom
blue
breath
but (2)
by
call
can
cat
child
cicada
cloud
cold
come
commercial
concrete
could
crab
creak
cry
-d (2)
dandelion
dawn
dead
did
do (2)
dog
dream
drop
-e
early
eat (2)
-ed
-er
-es
-est
evening
every
eye
face
fall
field
fish
flower
fly
for
freeze
friend
from
full
garden
give
grass
green
happy
hard
harvest
has
have
he
hear
her
here
him
his
hot
house
how
howl
i (2)
ice
if
in (2)
-ing (2)
insect
investigate
is (2)
it
journey
know
later
laugh
leaf
leave
let
life
light
like (2)
listen
live
look
lunch
-ly (2)
make
man
me
melt
moon
more
morning
mouth
mushroom
must
my (2)
never
night
no
of (2)
off
on
only
or
our
out
owl
people
petal
plant
purple
-r
rain
refrigerator
rise
road
roof
rust
-s (2)
sad
said
say
see
she
shell
shiver
shore
side
skin
sleep
small
smile
snow
so
some
song
soon
sound
spring
stand
still
stream
summer
sun
tear
television
than
that
the (3)
then
there
they
this
though
thought
through
thunder
to (2)
too
tree
trickle
up
use
very
walk
wall
wander
want
was
watch
water
we
weed
were
wet
when
which
while
whisper
who
why
wild
will
wind
window
winter
with
woman
wood
would
-y (2)
yellow
you (2)
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Hear your written words, free and built in to Win 7
Windows 7 text to speech is built in to Win 7
Hear text read aloud with Narrator
Windows comes with a basic screen reader called Narrator, which reads aloud text on the screen and describes some events (such as error messages appearing) that happen while you're using the computer.
You can find Narrator in the Ease of Access Center.
To open Narrator, click the Start button, type "Narrator" in the search box, then select Narrator from the list of results.
Once you start Narrator, you can highlight text on screen and the narrator will read it.
Hear text read aloud with Narrator
Windows comes with a basic screen reader called Narrator, which reads aloud text on the screen and describes some events (such as error messages appearing) that happen while you're using the computer.
You can find Narrator in the Ease of Access Center.
To open Narrator, click the Start button, type "Narrator" in the search box, then select Narrator from the list of results.
Once you start Narrator, you can highlight text on screen and the narrator will read it.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tutorials for Audacity sound recorder.
http://audacity.sourceforge.net/manual-1.2/index.html Follow this link to tutorials.
Self Publishing; Pub. on Demand Workshop
This afternoon at the Sequim library with Diana Somerville, writer and editor.
Good material, handouts, discussions, etc. Thank you, again, to the library for these programs.
Good material, handouts, discussions, etc. Thank you, again, to the library for these programs.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Flash Fiction Chronicles
Flash Fiction Chronicles Six Months Without a Flash
Posted by Gay Degani under life experience, marketing, motivation, publishing
Posted by Gay Degani under life experience, marketing, motivation, publishing
Monday, December 12, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
How to Start A Creative Writers Group | eHow.com
How to Start A Creative Writers Group | eHow.com
Some suggested names:
the writers group
As in Sequim Writers Group
writers circle
As in Sequim Writers Circle
writers guild
As in Sequim Writers Guild
writers cooperative
As in Sequim Writers Coop
or Sequim Writers Cooperative
writers workshop
As in Sequim Writers Workshop
writing factory
As in Sequim Writers Factory
Some suggested names:
the writers group
As in Sequim Writers Group
writers circle
As in Sequim Writers Circle
writers guild
As in Sequim Writers Guild
writers cooperative
As in Sequim Writers Coop
or Sequim Writers Cooperative
writers workshop
As in Sequim Writers Workshop
writing factory
As in Sequim Writers Factory
Friday, December 2, 2011
Kathryn Hunt Memoir workshop at Sequim Library
The Sequim Branch Library’s monthly Celebrate Authorship series continues- and on Saturday, November 19 at 3pm, writer and filmmaker Kathryn Hunt lead a workshop on Writing Memoirs.
Kathryn Hunt is a writer and filmmaker. Her recently completed memoir, The Province of Leaves, is the story of a mother and a daughter and the tangled, maddening, and abiding claims of family. She teaches memoir writing classes at the Writer’s Workshoppe in Port Townsend.
Kathryn’s stories and poems have appeared in Rattle, The Sun, Willow Springs, Crab Orchard Review, Open Spaces and other magazines. Kathryn is also a documentary film director. Her feature-length film Take this Heart was honored with the Anna Quindlen Award for Excellence in Journalism.
Kathryn Hunt is a writer and filmmaker. Her recently completed memoir, The Province of Leaves, is the story of a mother and a daughter and the tangled, maddening, and abiding claims of family. She teaches memoir writing classes at the Writer’s Workshoppe in Port Townsend.
Kathryn’s stories and poems have appeared in Rattle, The Sun, Willow Springs, Crab Orchard Review, Open Spaces and other magazines. Kathryn is also a documentary film director. Her feature-length film Take this Heart was honored with the Anna Quindlen Award for Excellence in Journalism.
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