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Friday, February 07, 2003  
So from the previous post my friend Tammy's name would be Pinky Cootietush and I would be Loopy Girdlepants.
(E-hee-hee)



 
SOMETIMES when you have a stressful day or week, you need some silliness to break up the day! Here is your dose! Follow the instructions to find your new name. The following is an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants," by Dav Pilkey. The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names.

Use the THIRD letter of your first name to determine your new first name:

a = poopsie
b = lumpy
c = buttercup
d = gidget
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = fluffy
h = cheeseball
i = chim-chim
j = stinky
k = flunky
l = boobie
m = pinky
n = zippy
o = goober
p = doofus
q = slimy
r = loopy
s = snotty
t = tulefel
u = dorkey
v = squeezit
w = oprah
x = skipper
y = dinky
z = zsa-zsa

Use the SECOND letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:
a = apple
b = toilet
c = giggle
d = burger
e = girdle
f = barf
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = cootie
j = monkey
k = potty
l = liver
m = banana
n = rhino
o = bubble
p = hamster
q = toad
r = gizzard
s = pizza
t = gerbil
u = chicken
v = pickle
x = tofu
y = gorilla
z = stinker

Use the FOURTH letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:
a = head
b = mouth
c = face
d = nose
e = tush
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = butt
l = brain
m = tushie
n = chunks
o = hiney
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = buns
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = pickle
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = brains
z = juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is Goober Chickenshorts.
Remember that children laugh an average of 146 times a day, adults laugh an average of 4 times a day. Put more laughter in your life!!!



Wednesday, February 05, 2003  
Welcome friends. I think we can do some good things here.

Linda Sue Park, winner of last years Newbury Award said, "Becoming a good writer takes time and is worth every minute of it."
Time is a very precious commodity for all of us, let's see if we can use our time here well.

Rose and I have been having "writing" nights - discussing things we're working on and giving each other "assignments". We thought maybe we could expand that here, add a few extra ears, a few extra voices. I think we'll be good for each other. Some of the assignments we've gotten from writing books ~ others from our own imaginations ~ the only thing is you have to be willing to do each assignment that you give. Fair's fair.

For example one of our recent tasks was taken from a book called "Idea Catcher" and went something like this: In his novel "The End of the Road" John Barth called his narrator Jacob Horner, a name he swiped fromt the nursery rhyme "Little Jack Horner" Grab a book of nursery rhymes and follow Barth's lead. Somewhere in the neighborhood of three paragraphs should suffice - just enough to give us an idea of the character.

The other assignment was Rose's brain child and went something like this: your assignment, should you choose to accept is:
use 30 minutes to describe your main character by surroundings only. describe him/her by their environment only. no names. thyme yourself.

That should give you an idea of what we've been up to. If you would like to tackle either (or both) of those we'd love to share what we came up with as well (in fact Rose is still finishing her nursery rhyme piece). We'll post our results next week along with the new assignments. Please feel free to come up with an assignment to give in return (just remember you have to be willing to do your own assignment).

This is sort of what we had in mind at the moment there being four of us, ideally there would be four assignments. If you do four great. If you do three great. We think two should be the minimum but we're open to arguments, suggestions etc. If you are doing two one should consist of your own assignment and then choose one of the others (again - you're always welcome to do more). We're fairly leniant on time but hoping that the fact that there are more of us will speed us up a bit.

So, what do you think? Does it sound like a reasonable arrangement? Input always welcome & appreciated.



 
Thanks for the invite. I await your orders, my baroness.


 
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Not even the twinkling white lights and giant holiday wreaths fastened to downtown lampposts are cheering me up as I run past them on my way to my job at Demoulas’ grocery store. It is the fifteenth of December, and we still don’t have a tree, and traditionally our family is the first on our block to put one up and the last to take it down. The house doesn’t smell like cinnamon and pine, but at least it doesn’t have that hospital stink of artificial pine disinfectant anymore.
Sometimes when I am loping down the streets early in the morning, I can still hear the soft slap, slap of my father’s tennis shoes hitting the pavement behind me in an even rhythm. He didn’t love running the way I do, but every once in awhile, he’d tie on his old tennis shoes and take a morning constitutional with me. He kept up most of the time, too. He could have been a track contender, but he was a team player, more into tennis and basketball. Won all kinds of records in high school.
It still seems so strange not to have Dad around. He was only fifty years old when we lost him to stomach cancer. His doctor thought it was a peptic ulcer, and the cancer was very advanced when they realized what it was. Towards the end, he was so doped up on morphine he didn’t ever know who any of us were. Even last Christmas though, he hauled out his Santa suit on Christmas Eve, padded it with extra pillows to disguise the weight he’d lost and passed out gifts from his place on the couch. My father died in February.
-to be continued-



 
The wind is absolutely tremendous tonight. I Love It!!


Tuesday, February 04, 2003  
"Sagittarius is happy to float with the current. The thing that you leave on the riverbank could be gone the next time you come up for air. This may feel like a theatrical event, but it's really your life." This was my horoscope for today. My life isn't a theatrical event? Sheesh. I'm almost insulted. There may be an assignment floating in there somewhere!



Monday, February 03, 2003  
My writing has been taking all kinds of twists and turns of late. It's strange to see what is surfacing. I've been jumping around quite a bit which makes it difficult to actually finish any one thing. But I need to. I desperately need to. Just one story. Just one poem. Just one child of my thoughts and wanderings. This is a new beginning.


 
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