Wednesday, May 15, 2019

DOUBLE DOODY

People often say they don’t have time to read...
But aren’t we a multi-task culture now?
Can’t we find time to read and do something else?
But what else can we do while reading...
That won’t involve anything physical? 
How about reading in the loo?
Think about it...
You’re having a ‘nature call’...
And that involves some precious time...
So I’ve devised a way to use this time for reading:
Note: being seated is required. 
Here goes: 
A pee = a paragraph
A poop = a page
Constipation = a chapter
See?
It may take months...
But in the end...
(pun intended)
You can wipe that book
Off of your to-be-read pile.



So?
How and where do you find time to read?

Always,
Em-Musing

For whatever reason- that I think has something to do with Blogger's new settings - I cannot leave comments on some people's blog.
So please don’t think I’m rude. If you comment on my blog and you don’t see that I have commented back on yours its not because I didn’t try. I did. Several times. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

LANGUAGE: SPOKEN, WRITTEN. . .OR SPITTING

This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as the
Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and only, Alex J. Cavanaugh. If you're a writer, insecure, or just supportive of writers—insecure or not—please join us. It happens
the first Wednesday of each month.
It would be sweet of you to visit at least a dozen or so new blogs and leave a comment. Your words will be appreciated.
Co-Hosts:
The awesome co-hosts for the May 1 posting of the IWSG are Lee Lowery, Juneta Key, Yvonne Ventresca, and T. Powell Coltrin! 
*****OPTIONAL IWSG Day Question*****
What was an early experience where you learned that language had power

The first time I learned language had power...
I was ten — I had written a poem...
Specifically, a poem about my mother.
That’s sweet, you might be thinking.
But sadly, no...
I was mad at her. Very mad! And hurt!!!
But back in those times...
Backtalk and being sassy wasn’t an option...
Because quicker than a paddle smacking a ping pong ball...
Was my mother paddle-smacking my butt.
I also learned at a young age...
That sticking out my tongue and spitting...
Weren’t good ways to communicate either...
Only one **snap** across my calf with father’s belt...
And I never tried those tactics again.
So...
The only safe method to appease my feelings...
Was putting pencil to paper.
And so came this poem:

               UNTITLED
 Her hair is black, her face is white
 Her lips are red, her eyes like night
 The look of death is on her face
 When she is near we'll begin the race
 The race for life, the race for death...
 Breath deep, for it is your last breath. 

Not long after I wrote the poem...
My mother found it when she was cleaning my room.
Bringing it out to me she asked...
“Who is the woman you are referring to?”







That was the day I also learned... 
That there’s not only power in words...
But there’s power in a “look.” 
To this day...
I still write poetry...
Just not that much anymore...
Only during difficult or sad times.
So I guess that’s a good thing.
Not many poems anymore = not many sad or difficult times
What about you?
What early experiences have you had...
That taught you language had power?

Always,
Em-Musing

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

IWSG APRIL 2019

This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as the Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and only, Alex J. Cavanaugh. If you're a writer, insecure, or just supportive of writers—insecure or not—please join us. It happensthe first Wednesday of each month. It would be sweet of you to visit at least a dozen or so new blogs and leave a comment. Your words will be appreciated.

April3 question: if you could use a wish to help you write just ONE scene/chapter of your book, which one would it be? Example: fight scene? First kiss scene? Middle chapter? End chapter, etc.

The awesome co-hosts for the April 3 posting of the IWSG are J.H. Moncrieff, Natalie Aguirre, Patsy Collins, and Chemist Ken! 

First up today—my answer to this month’s question:
If I could use a wish to help me write just one scene/chapter of my book, 
which one would it be?
Chapter 1 hands down...
Because isn’t that’s what draws the reader into the book?
And an agent?
And a publisher?
And with Chapter 1 hooking them in...
I’d then find a way to make another wish to finish the book.
But then—where’s the fun and angst of that?

Now on to another thought for the day:
We all like to make fun of people who hoard, don’t we?
Oh, please don’t tell me I’m being sloppy insensitive...
Isn’t that the point of the TV show, Hoarders?
Just so we can go, "Eeeuuu! Yuck! Disgusting!!!"
And after seeing what these people hoard...
Don’t we feel good about ourselves?
Believing we’d never be a hoarder?
But hmmm?
Maybe, just maybe you are a hoarder and don’t know it?
Why don’t we take a look inside your refrigerator.
Ah ha! I knew it!
Condiments!
In tiny tubs and pee wee packets!
Every refrigerator I go into, whether a friend’s or family’shas them...
Ketchup, soy sauce, mustard, BBQ sauce, salad... dressing, jelly, mayo, mustard, and more!
And these little tubs and pee wee packets...
Are always taking up more than their fair share of shelf space.
Do we ever use them? Doubt it!
And really why would we even need pee wee packets of ketchup...
When we have a whole big bottle of it in the frig?
So now maybe you’re curious about me?
Am I a hoarder? What things do I hoard?
‘Versions!’
I hoard ‘Versions’ of everything I’ve ever written.
And I mean everything!
Like 189 versions of a query letter.
And just like pee wee packets of ketchup...
Stuffed on refrigerator shelves...
That after so many months are unusable...
My edited ‘versions’ of ‘anything’...
Are now unusable too.
Thankfully I don’t have to strain my back...
Or have men in a truck take my ‘versions’ to the dumpster...
And no one's is going,"Eeeuuu! Yuck! Disgusting!!!"
 I just hit the ‘trash’ icon with one finger and voila la! Gone!
So? What about you?
Do you hoard ‘versions’ of things in your computer?
Or, what other things do you hoard?
Oh, come on...
Everyone hoards something.

Always,
Em-Musing

P.S. I also hoard lipsticks. If I don’t like a color after buying it and trying it on at home – I don’t get rid of it; I keep it because I feel guilty that a little tube of lip color cost more than a weeks worth of Starbucks Frozen Chai Frappuccinos. But after a year in the drawer here in the humid jungle it has evolved into a stinky, fuzzy creature. 
Now it’s time to throw it away! My conscience is clear.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as the Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and only, Alex J. Cavanaugh. If you're a writer, insecure, or just supportive of writers—insecure or not—please join us. It happens the first Wednesday of each month.
It would be sweet of you to visit at least a dozen or so new blogs and leave a comment. Your words will be appreciated.

OPTIONAL IWSG Day Question: Whose perspective do you like to write from best, the hero (protagonist) or the villain (antagonist)? And why?

First...
MEA CULPA!  DISCULPE ME!  ME SO SORRY!
For missing last month’s first Wednesday post.
Why?
A gastritis attack!

Thinking it might be a heart attack...
I finally went to the emergency room that night.
Thankfully it wasn’t my heart...
More like extreme heartburn.
The next day my doctor diagnosed it as gastritis.
Who knew it would keep me down for a week!?
Only able to tolerate crackers, water, and Ensure 
(thank God for Ensure)
I’m 100% better now but did lose five pounds.
(I do not recommend this method for losing weight)
Now—on with this month’s question:
Whose perspective do I like to write from best?
I guess it depends on the character.
I have to admit...
I like getting into the head of an antagonist...
Even though sometimes it’s scary.
And I’ve wondered sometimes...
How I could even get into my creepy character’s derainged mind?
But that’s part of being a writer, no?
On the other hand/manuscript...
My Humorous Women’s series...
Is written in first person
So all action and characters...
Are known only through her thoughts and experiences...
So telling her perspective is the only choice.
On an aside...
I was reading recently about “unreliable narrators”
I find this perspective of storytelling fascinating.
Don’t know if I’ll ever do this...
But it is interesting nontheless.
So?
Ever use an “unreliable narrator” in any of your stories?
And whose perspective do you like to write from?

Always,Em-Musing