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Showing posts with label Personal Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal Writing. Show all posts
Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Guest Blog - Humor
I decided to try my hand at humorous writing when a friend was looking for a humorous article for her organizing blog. She wanted something upbeat and fun about the pitfalls of being disorganized. My post is now live and you can read it on Green Apple Organising's blog...
http://www.greenappleorganising.com.au/latest-news/on-being-disorganized/
http://www.greenappleorganising.com.au/latest-news/on-being-disorganized/
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Westmont Writer's Group - Mystery Bag Assignment
Last Thursday I went for the first time to a meeting of local writers at our library. It was a neat experience to be in the room with others who love to write and I really enjoyed myself. One of the things they do often is have writing exercises. Last week's exercise was the mystery bag. We each had to put our hand into a brown paper bag and feel what was inside... no peeking allowed. We then had 5 minutes (and ONLY 5 minutes) to write something about it. Note... the picture at the bottom is not the actual object from the bag, but close to what I envisioned.
When I reached in the bag I felt a large iron bell. This reminded me of the kind of bell that used to be used as a doorbell before the horrid elecronic versions. I imagined a house in a small village long ago and the bell as a family heirloom....
The constant knocking on the door was beginning to drive Bianca insane. Where could the bell possibly have gotten to and how could it have gone missing on such an important day? Her sister Josie's engagement party had officially begun over 30 minutes ago, but guests were still arriving in droves. Bianca missed the melodic tones of the iron bell and remembered how the two sisters had sat at the top of the stairs when they were younger waiting for hours just to hear it ring once.
Oh well, she thought, there's simply no time to look for it today.
She slouched back to the party just in time to see her sister opening a gloriously wrapped purple box with fancy ribbon that she knew was from their mother and watched her sister pull out the bell.
When I reached in the bag I felt a large iron bell. This reminded me of the kind of bell that used to be used as a doorbell before the horrid elecronic versions. I imagined a house in a small village long ago and the bell as a family heirloom....
The constant knocking on the door was beginning to drive Bianca insane. Where could the bell possibly have gotten to and how could it have gone missing on such an important day? Her sister Josie's engagement party had officially begun over 30 minutes ago, but guests were still arriving in droves. Bianca missed the melodic tones of the iron bell and remembered how the two sisters had sat at the top of the stairs when they were younger waiting for hours just to hear it ring once.
Oh well, she thought, there's simply no time to look for it today.
She slouched back to the party just in time to see her sister opening a gloriously wrapped purple box with fancy ribbon that she knew was from their mother and watched her sister pull out the bell.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Poem: The Wonder Cat
I wrote this quickly one night while watching my playful kitten. Her name is Gizmo (after the creature in the movie Gremlins), but we often call her Gizzy.
The Wonder Cat (August 2009)
Green-eyed Gizzy
The wonder cat
Who wonders at this
And wonders at that
She wonders what’s happening
Right over there
And pounces at nothing
And flies through the air
She bats at your hair
And chases a light
Then tries to ignore you
With all of her might
She wonders at sights
Outside the closed door
Then chases some foil
Balled up on the floor
She purrs like a lawnmower
Loud as can be
Then catches a fly
And then sets it free
She teases the dog
And chases his tail
Then dashes and hides
Without leaving a trail
Then slowly she peeks
From under the bed
Then wondering still
She cocks her small head
She’s queen of her castle
And rules her lair
And happiest only
When people are there
But when the day’s done
And the wondering’s through
Her favorite thing
Is to snuggle with you
After flicking her tongue
On the tip of your nose
She wonders again
And away Gizzy goes
Green-eyed Gizzy
The wonder cat
Who wonders at this
And wonders at that
She wonders what’s happening
Right over there
And pounces at nothing
And flies through the air
She bats at your hair
And chases a light
Then tries to ignore you
With all of her might
She wonders at sights
Outside the closed door
Then chases some foil
Balled up on the floor
She purrs like a lawnmower
Loud as can be
Then catches a fly
And then sets it free
She teases the dog
And chases his tail
Then dashes and hides
Without leaving a trail
Then slowly she peeks
From under the bed
Then wondering still
She cocks her small head
She’s queen of her castle
And rules her lair
And happiest only
When people are there
But when the day’s done
And the wondering’s through
Her favorite thing
Is to snuggle with you
After flicking her tongue
On the tip of your nose
She wonders again
And away Gizzy goes
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