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Friday, October 21, 2011

The Craft of Writing



Lately I have been reading several blogs about the art/craft of writing, and have been fascinated.  JE Fritz writes so well about etymology.  You are one smart lady, JE!   

Another blogger (name lost in brain fog—sorry) wrote about character development, and what drives it.  Another blogger wanted suggestions for names for the M/C, S/C, and sidekick.  I selected Dakota and Skylar (from a great list with name meanings) for the first two, but drew a total blank for the third name.  I may have suggested ‘Loki’.

This has led me to write about my own methods of character development. 

I have been writing all my life, literally.  Reading and then responding to literature were hand-in-hand for me.  That is how I taught every student, that is how I write.  There is a great series, Great Books, using ‘shared inquiry’ and ‘guided discussion’.   

Go to this site for further information.

Teaching writing also forced me to examine, and I do mean really examine the how and why of my own writing.  The most effective teacher of writing is a teacher who writes.
I was blessed enough to pursue improving my writing by interviewing with the San Diego Area Writing Project at UC San Diego in La Jolla, CA.  I was chosen to participate in an in-depth, in-your-face, no-holds-barred writing program called SDAWP.  

 Every day, at least six hours a day, I wrote. Oh my, I wrote so much.  Other teachers wrote.  We shared and critiqued others’ writings.  We also taught each other about writing. 

It was humbling to stand in the front of a room filled with 25-30 talented and gifted teachers, and to teach them about my own passion for writing.

Go to this site for more about the program:

So, I will write more on this, tomorrow.  

p.s.  I hope the YouTube link thingy works.  I am dismal at stuff like this.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Price of Dependability

all photos courtesy of Bing.Com
Today I am typing with my right index finger taped to its best friend, the middle finger.  The MF is longer, feeling no pain, and has a nice fingernail.  I am certain that, if fingers had miniature brains, it would have been thinking smug thoughts until today.

The right index finger (RIF) has always carried the brunt of the hand’s work, and the nail has always broken easily.  RIF was always the one to volunteer for scraping off tape that would not release its cling to the wall.  RIF was also dependable in untying knots in shoelaces.  In fact, RIF and LIF were the CFO’s when it comes to all things “Hand”.

Today, RIF woke up and hurt like the dickens.  I do not know what happened, but somehow I think it got sprained during a very demanding week, during which the LIF and the RIF were putting in overtime in their CFO jobs.  But, then, these two digits were always over-achievers.  Between all my writing, piano playing, cooking, vegetable dicing, and plant maintenance, they never get a break.

Such a little boo-boo
A Joint Service Medal--no kidding.
The LIF had to have two surgeries in 2010, and it was a real trooper.  Never complained, followed restrictions put up with the pain—man, that digit should get a silver star.  After all, it was injured in the line of duty.  I was walking with my granddaughter, Sunshine, and LIF was instrumental in holding onto that sweet little three-year old hand.  When Sunshine and I tripped over something, LIF did all it could to pull Sunshine up, to keep her from slamming into the asphalt.  When it came my turn to hit the road (heh, heh), LIF led the rest of the hand in an effort to keep me from serious injury.  Together, the RIF and the LIF tried, but I was still knocked out cold.

Coming out of the foggy knock-out, it was obvious that the tendon of the first joint had “blown out”.  The LIF endured two surgeries in order to make it functional, although the first joint has a metal screw fusing it in place.  LIF feels the cold badly, but it is one strong soldier, so to speak.

They like each other now.
Meanwhile, RIF is taped to MF, snuggly.  The two are not getting along very well.  The number of typos is astronomical.  If RIF is still having pain in a few days, it will have to see my hand doctor, who is so very handsome.  I won’t mind the trip, and I think RIF will be fine with that.

This current injury happened in St. Louis, MO.  Reference "Stupid Things I have done:  #347" for scintillating details of this senseless injury.  Both fingers are doing nicely, thanks for your kind thoughts.