Sunday, September 25, 2011

From the Lost Files: The Storm

I found a story in one of my undergraduate file folders. The story is loosely based on a true story that took place in 1988 or 1989 and written circa 1990's. I went sailing on Lake Michigan with a couple of friends and their parents. I am itching to edit this piece, but will preserve this entry from the voice of my much younger self.
The Storm
She averted her eyes toward the sun; it seemed to be following her voyage across the untamed waters. The mist of water from Lake Michigan sprinkled over her face. She sat up and peered at the rolling waves. They were a bluish color, the tips individually capped with white. The waves playfully whipped and slapped at either side of the small ivory boat with a certain fierceness.
She diverted her eyes to the edge of the calm horizon to relieve the alarming queasy sensation in her stomach. However, her sudden illness was not caused by the imbalace of her inner ear and the movement of the water. A sudden gust of wind carried across the waters, and small kitty-claws followed, scratching the waves. The lake seemed to become hostile and the horizon grew darker.
As the surroundings became fierce, she clambored to the steps. In her attempts to climb down the stairs she fell. Darkness preceded. Her closest friend shook her immediately. As she awakened, she heard voices upstairs. The friend's parents were taking down the sail. Her friend informed her that it was only a storm and to stay downstairs. As the friend climbed up the stairs, she calmed her other friend, who was trembling. The boat thrashed and rocked like a toy. She waited and peered through the porthole. She felt ill and continued to lie down. She prayed. She prayed for a long time.
After an endless amount of time, she felt the waters calming. The thrashing of the boat ceased, and began to rock gently. The parents called down to them, so she and the friend managed to climb the stairs despite their sealegs. They sat with the others and watched the sunrise.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Another Friday Haiku

Can you tell I'm cleaning and finding little poems on notebook paper? This one is perfect for today since it's supposed to rain later today. say goodnight, moonlight-- moody clouds tumble over covering your night. lcs.2011

Friday Haiku

Happy Autumn! Here is a Friday Haiku from the lost files: charmed is the morrow where your sun shines in my heart vitamin mirrors. More later...

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Using the Five Senses to Inspire Writers

My supervisor asked me to present a session to colleagues at BMC tomorrow for an in-class session. I also needed to post to my neglected blog, so I thought I would accomplish both this morning. The topic I will be presenting tomorrow is on inspiring writers to write using the five senses: hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and touching. I will bring in an item or a photograph to demonstrate the five senses and then participants will engage in freewriting (writing anything that comes to mind). Here are the some of the examples I will be using:
1. Hearing: I will bring in my ocean drum to play and pass around the drum.
2. Seeing: I will upload a photograph from the zoo visit.
3. Smelling: I will bring in lotions for people to smell.
4. Tasting: I will bring in Oreo cookies for people to sample. There's an interesting book in my foodie lit class that I will bring in to share.
5. Touching: I will bring in Spitfire the Puppet Dragon.
I will also bring books to share, a raffle prize (one of my books), and have someone draw a number for each of the senses. This way, the session will be conducted randomly.
Thank you for reading. I now have an outline.

Friday, September 09, 2011

Food by Warren Belasco and Oreos

I'm reading really cool books in my foodie lit class. The first one I am currently reading is simply called Food by Warren Belasco. It's fascinating. So far, I learned about the Oreo experiment. Do you partake? Do you dunk? Do you twist? What is your favorite Oreo moment? Here is a link to a website here.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Quote of the Day

"A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety."-Aesop. At this writing, I'll take crumbs of peace. (I'm cross-posting from the other blog.)

Tuesday Blog... What Did I Get Myself Into?

(Here's an adorable photograph of Oscar. I didn't want to wear that sweater today anyway.) Well... the weekly writing thing d...