This is what I've been learning since my last post ... three days before Christmas.
The ellipsis, according to the AP Stylebook, is treated as a separate word. Space. Dot dot dot. Space.
Sigh ...
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The AP Stylebook's Rule for Use of Ellipsis
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Lunching with Joshilyn Jackson & What She Didn't Teach Me
So yes, yes. I lunched with Joshilyn Jackson on Friday. [Brush my shoulder, toss my hair, look smug]
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Tree that Put Me at Ease
Back in February I had the good sense to attend a writers' conference offered on campus --- where I met many talented writers, bought too many of their books, and patiently began to nibble them in small, savory bites.
Except for Jennifer Horne's Bottle Tree. I devoured it that first weekend.
Which is interesting, because --- Horne being the only poet at the conference --- I expected to enjoy her the least. That sounds insulting, but up until that weekend most of my exposure had been to the big dogs --- Keats, Yeats, Frost, etc. You know, the poetry that demands "work, work, work to understand me." I had the preconceived notion that Horne's would be much of the same.
But then she read her first poem, and I was spellbound. I didn't know poetry could be like this! I remember thinking, I want to write like this someday. After hearing her speak, I wanted more. After finishing her book, I wanted more. Horne had given me the gift of poetic sustenance, when up until then I didn't know I was starving!
Two months later I'm a regular in front of the single shelf at my local chain bookstore, picking up Alice Walker and Billy Collins. Thanks to Jennifer Horne I'm at ease with my pursuit of writing poetry, understanding that fancy words and complicated styles don't make a great poem. An open mind, a gift of words, and a sense of story-telling make a great poem. At least it does in Bottle Tree.
With the author's permission, I've presented one of my favorites from the collection. Please visit Jennifer Horne's blog and/or click here to purchase a copy for yourself. Trust me, you'll want more.
Monday Morning with Household Chores
Surprised into tears by an old song.
It's my mother, not a lover, I miss.
How she sang along happily. With abandon.
The words soothed her. Lifted her, too.
I stop in the middle of mopping the kitchen floor.
Nothing to do but sit down on the steps.
Let the tears have their way.
It's my solitude I weep for.
The never-again of it.
Changeable weather. A sweet old song.
Me aging with all these questions.
She not there to ask.
Isn't every motherless girl the same?
Still expecting her phone call.
Even after however-many years.
Mopping's regular rhythm.
Lemon oil on wooden chest.
Honor her with frangipani candles at Christmas.
Sing with abandon. Abandon. Abandon.
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Except for Jennifer Horne's Bottle Tree. I devoured it that first weekend.
Which is interesting, because --- Horne being the only poet at the conference --- I expected to enjoy her the least. That sounds insulting, but up until that weekend most of my exposure had been to the big dogs --- Keats, Yeats, Frost, etc. You know, the poetry that demands "work, work, work to understand me." I had the preconceived notion that Horne's would be much of the same.

Two months later I'm a regular in front of the single shelf at my local chain bookstore, picking up Alice Walker and Billy Collins. Thanks to Jennifer Horne I'm at ease with my pursuit of writing poetry, understanding that fancy words and complicated styles don't make a great poem. An open mind, a gift of words, and a sense of story-telling make a great poem. At least it does in Bottle Tree.
With the author's permission, I've presented one of my favorites from the collection. Please visit Jennifer Horne's blog and/or click here to purchase a copy for yourself. Trust me, you'll want more.
Monday Morning with Household Chores
Surprised into tears by an old song.
It's my mother, not a lover, I miss.
How she sang along happily. With abandon.
The words soothed her. Lifted her, too.
I stop in the middle of mopping the kitchen floor.
Nothing to do but sit down on the steps.
Let the tears have their way.
It's my solitude I weep for.
The never-again of it.
Changeable weather. A sweet old song.
Me aging with all these questions.
She not there to ask.
Isn't every motherless girl the same?
Still expecting her phone call.
Even after however-many years.
Mopping's regular rhythm.
Lemon oil on wooden chest.
Honor her with frangipani candles at Christmas.
Sing with abandon. Abandon. Abandon.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Inspiration Comes in Raw Packages
There's nothing like finding inspiration in someone else.
Thanks to friend Kyrsten from my creative poetry class, I've discovered Taylor Mali, a former-teacher-turned-slam-poet. I spent an hour watching youTube videos of him last night, spent another hour making my husband watch them, and after was so inspired I sat down and wrote something in under 30 minutes.
I love it when that happens.
So before you think, "Blah. I'm not going to watch some guy recite poetry," I urge you to take a minute. Or three. Watch the clip below.
Listen.
If you like what you see (and I think you will), try these:
But to tell the truth, I find his deeper stuff (listed below) to be breathtaking --- literally. I found myself holding my breath. His willingness to bare his soul... I struggle with that in my writing. I'm always aware of who I might hurt. If I write about an ex-boyfriend, will I hurt my husband? The ex's family? If I write about my family, will it offend my grandmother? And so on and so on. My friend Mica tells me that I'm more honest than she ever could be, and perhaps that's true. (Read her guest blog, A "Clark Griswold" Holiday)
But I know it's not enough when I find myself censoring my pen.
Because when I read writing that's raw --- or hear it like Taylor does below --- that's what really packs the punch; they're the words that stick with me. Inspiration comes in raw packages.
To sum up, it seems I recommend watching everything he's ever done on youTube. I hope you find him as inspirational as I have. And by all means, please share him (& this post) with your friends on Facebook & Twitter, too!
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Thanks to friend Kyrsten from my creative poetry class, I've discovered Taylor Mali, a former-teacher-turned-slam-poet. I spent an hour watching youTube videos of him last night, spent another hour making my husband watch them, and after was so inspired I sat down and wrote something in under 30 minutes.
I love it when that happens.
So before you think, "Blah. I'm not going to watch some guy recite poetry," I urge you to take a minute. Or three. Watch the clip below.
Listen.
If you like what you see (and I think you will), try these:
But to tell the truth, I find his deeper stuff (listed below) to be breathtaking --- literally. I found myself holding my breath. His willingness to bare his soul... I struggle with that in my writing. I'm always aware of who I might hurt. If I write about an ex-boyfriend, will I hurt my husband? The ex's family? If I write about my family, will it offend my grandmother? And so on and so on. My friend Mica tells me that I'm more honest than she ever could be, and perhaps that's true. (Read her guest blog, A "Clark Griswold" Holiday)
But I know it's not enough when I find myself censoring my pen.
Because when I read writing that's raw --- or hear it like Taylor does below --- that's what really packs the punch; they're the words that stick with me. Inspiration comes in raw packages.
To sum up, it seems I recommend watching everything he's ever done on youTube. I hope you find him as inspirational as I have. And by all means, please share him (& this post) with your friends on Facebook & Twitter, too!
Tweet
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
This Week's Creative Champs
Who doesn't love a great, FRESH new idea? Creativity is defined as the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules... and to create meaningful new ideas, products, etc.
(As always, thank you dictionary.com)
So here are a few things I've come across this week that blow my creative mind. You're welcome.
The House of Mirth by Elizabeth Wharton
Published in the early 1900s, the novel details the trials of Miss Lily Bart as she struggles to maintain her place in the aristocratic New York society in which she's been raised. Since it follows a truly naturalistic notion, you can probably predict how it ends.

But what's truly unique about this book is how the author creates the sense that there is no other option. I found myself wishing that Lily would kill herself and put both of us out of our misery. Now let's be clear -- I am in no way supporting suicide, only applauding the conclusive means to which Wharton builds both her main character and plot.
Girl Talk
Ahhh... Girl Talk. The lovely board game of truth or dare I remember from my youth. Oh wait, that's not right. Girl Talk is this fabulous artist I've discovered thanks to my brother Brack and the 2011 Bonnaroo line-up! Runners, are you looking for something to spice up your iPod? Girl Talk!!! Cheerleaders everywhere, there's no need to hire someone to mash-up your favorite tunes! Girl Talk!!!
You've got to experience what Gregg Gillis calls his "pop collages" to get the full effect. Mixing in a little Ludacris and 'Jesse's Girl' melody... C'mon! What's not to love?
(I guess here is where I say some kind of disclaimer about explicit lyrics and such)
And the best part? The artist allows you to download his album FREE by visiting his label's web site.
Girl Talk is definitely on my must-see list for Bonnaroo!
Barbie & Ken's Social Media Escapades
That's right. Barbie & Ken have (separate) Facebook pages & Twitter accounts, and were involved in a pretty publicized Valentine's Day reunion this past week. Seriously. Read all about it on All Doll'd Up -- Barbie's blog, of course!
That's darn creative publicity -- and if passing the 1-million-fan-mark is any indication of success, Barbie can add advertising exec to her list of careers (unless she's already done that. Really, who can keep track?)

Now let's just hope Ken isn't tagged in any compromising photos -- because we all know he went a little wild during this last breakup.
(As always, thank you dictionary.com)
So here are a few things I've come across this week that blow my creative mind. You're welcome.
The House of Mirth by Elizabeth Wharton
Published in the early 1900s, the novel details the trials of Miss Lily Bart as she struggles to maintain her place in the aristocratic New York society in which she's been raised. Since it follows a truly naturalistic notion, you can probably predict how it ends.

But what's truly unique about this book is how the author creates the sense that there is no other option. I found myself wishing that Lily would kill herself and put both of us out of our misery. Now let's be clear -- I am in no way supporting suicide, only applauding the conclusive means to which Wharton builds both her main character and plot.
Girl Talk
Ahhh... Girl Talk. The lovely board game of truth or dare I remember from my youth. Oh wait, that's not right. Girl Talk is this fabulous artist I've discovered thanks to my brother Brack and the 2011 Bonnaroo line-up! Runners, are you looking for something to spice up your iPod? Girl Talk!!! Cheerleaders everywhere, there's no need to hire someone to mash-up your favorite tunes! Girl Talk!!!
You've got to experience what Gregg Gillis calls his "pop collages" to get the full effect. Mixing in a little Ludacris and 'Jesse's Girl' melody... C'mon! What's not to love?
(I guess here is where I say some kind of disclaimer about explicit lyrics and such)
Girl Talk is definitely on my must-see list for Bonnaroo!
That's right. Barbie & Ken have (separate) Facebook pages & Twitter accounts, and were involved in a pretty publicized Valentine's Day reunion this past week. Seriously. Read all about it on All Doll'd Up -- Barbie's blog, of course!
That's darn creative publicity -- and if passing the 1-million-fan-mark is any indication of success, Barbie can add advertising exec to her list of careers (unless she's already done that. Really, who can keep track?)

Now let's just hope Ken isn't tagged in any compromising photos -- because we all know he went a little wild during this last breakup.
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