Category Archives: Blogging 101 Summer 2015

The Six Word Story—Who started it?

The six word story is a wonderful challenge to take on …the shortest of short stories.  Can you use less words or would one more word say a 7 word story be better?  Visit Open Culture Online to get the low down on when the six word story first appeared in English Literature.  Hemingway is given credit for this literary device but this assertion is hotly disputed by many online pundits and English Literature historians.

Can it be disputed that  six words popularly attributed to Hemingway   (For sale, baby shoes. Never worn.) is quite well crafted and tells a sad tale.  Perhaps the word order and punctuation is what makes this a beautiful piece of writing.  We can at least attribute the crafting of the story to Hemingway.  There is art in crafting a story after all.

In this post modern era we could incorporate text and image into the six word story.  The juxtaposition and interplay between image and word could create some very interesting brief stories. See my Puffy White Delights post.

Try it out and post one below!

Or post it on this website Six Word Stories . Net.

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Practice Makes Perfect: Yoga Bummers!

The community centre changed the Yoga Instructor last week. Manpreet blamed the skinny couple in the group who complained every week that they  needed more challenges or kept interrupting the yoga instructor asking for different more challenging poses.  The rest of the stay-at-home Mom`s and pushing 65 retirees were quite happy with Amrithaa`s  Hatha Yoga and her slower pace of endurance poses.

Manpreet did say one time that perhaps Greg  and Sally should try a different class. Greg replied that this time slot worked best for their home business hours and that they had complained to management that the Hatha Yoga was not challenging enough.

Yoga Bronze Sculpture

In walked ballet-feet Kara who announced that we were going to do a quick paced class of power yoga!  Manpreet estimated that Kara may be about 105 pounds, 5 foot 8 and maybe 20 years old too. Manpreet looked down at her pendulous breasts and figured they were bigger in circumference than Kara`s muscled thighs.  Seeing a retaliatory  opportunity to annoy Greg and Sally , Manpreet kept interrupting  the gazelle like pace and pretzel posing instructions of ballerina Kara for modifications for arthritic knees and bulging bellies.  Many of the stay at home Mom`s and pushing 60 retirees gasped and grunted painfully through the power yoga class. Pretentious Greg and skinny butt Sally were finally challenged exclaiming they loved this new approach many times.

Manpreet decided in honour of Amrithaa to just do her Hatha Yoga routine.  Kara noticed but continued on with the next challenge. “Yes Yoga is about going at your own comfort level. Let`s move from plank to a downward dog, raise your left leg up high over your buttocks and let the weight of it drop to the right and magically the momentum will help you flip into a crab walk position. Like …this!, ”  she said.

Butts hit the yoga mats and arms and legs were flinging about everywhere.  Kara said, “Oh maybe we can practice this one again. Practice makes perfect!”

Manpreet assumed warrior pose so as to get a better view. Kara repeated the instructions.  Again butts hit the yoga mats!  Manpreet was enjoying this and moved from a warrior pose to a modified tree pose.  Greg and Sally kept trying the new pose without success.  Finally the perfectionist power yoga class ended.  Greg and Sally rushed  to thank Kara for the amazing power Yoga class exclaiming they were finally challenged.  The rest of the class packed up and limped out of the yoga studio.

Tracey muttered, “ Bummer Yoga class or what?”

“Yeah, I miss Amrithaa”,  Manpreet said.

Next week, Amrithaa  was back. Greg and Sally were gone!

Yoga can be so cleansing.

Finding My Blog Audience

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Who are you?

The audience I want to target are people who love writing and reading both stories and poetry. In addition, journalers may enjoy my journal page where I share events and insights about my life from time to time. I want to share my experiences in developing my fiction short story writing and my dabbling in poetry. I am also interested in meeting other writers and finding out their struggles and triumphs. I want an audience who will give me descriptive feedback about my writing from time to time in the form of comment or question and I too would like to return the favour. I would find it most beneficial to  be part of a writers’ workshop online like the ones I have participated in various courses and the ones I have develop for my elementary students in my classroom. The Daily Post is one of my favourite blogs and I enjoy participating in the prompts from time to time. I want people who enjoy networking with other writers and like to encourage other writers to keep writing. Thus my audience would be adults with a passion for the written word.

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Summertime! Avoid Deep Dives.

Swimming Pool
                 Avoid Deep Dives

“Avoid Deep Dives”   is good advice for my summer.  There are many perils to be aware of when deep diving.  If I just recklessly hurl myself into any body of water– is the water deep enough? First of all, I could break a limb, snap a neck, or rip open my belly.  Is it clear of unaware people and obstacles that I might damage or indeed hurt myself with in return? Do I have the kind of bathing suit that will survive the impact and not be ripped embarrassingly from my naked body or get wrenched up painfully into delicate unsuspecting crevices? Have I taken a deep breath and plugged my nose? Will the temperature of the water give me hypothermic shock? Is anyone watching and thinking cruel thoughts about my diving dress and technique? Will I make a gargantuan splash or set about endless elegant ripples with a near splashless entry into the water? Do I jump in feet first in an elegant pike or riskier yet  a perfect swan dive hand clasps in an arc above my head body straight and toes pointed straight just so?  So many things to consider when diving!

The summertime is an huge expanse of deep time that many would envy.  I have two months off.  July and August.  I could do so much!  I could deep dive into a very busy, productive and social summer!  Or I could dip in a toe and paddle a bit by the pool side and gradually slip into the water one body part at a time soaking in the cool and adjusting to feeling the water like a blanket of warmth. I am growing tired of the excitement and breathtaking thrill of deep diving and now as I approach the summer of my 50th birthday I want to luxuriate and linger and to slow down…no big commitments.   I might not make a big splash this summer. I think it is time to avoid deep dives.

XII Ways of Experiencing Time

I.

Time

Foretold

A childish game of chance

With a roll of the dice

Your fortunes are blessed by ladders

And cursed by serpents.

II.

Time

Endless

The youthful day warming in radiant beams of energy

Prickly green blades tickling bare feet

Bumblebees buzzing their Honey Symphony

Serenading Mother’s enchanted roses

Who surrender sweet intoxicating potions to spellbound noses.

III.

Time

Suspended

Swaying in protective arms

Gazing up into dark hazel eyes

Gold flecks sparking lightning bolts of recognition

My soul mate.

IV.

Time

Snapping

At my hooves

Forcing me forward in unwanted directions.

Fearing the stabbing pain of its teeth.

 V.

Time

Running out

A warrior worn from a cancerous battle

Lays down his sword of strength and shield of will

“I just want to have a nice long nap”

Turning out the light with a kiss.

Goodnight Daddy.

 VI.

Time

Endured

Pointless wandering loss in dank underground blackness

Blind, cut off, suffocating

Familial miners digging for the healing surface

Knocking on walls. Can you hear our pain?

VII.

Time

Expanding

Encompassing all that was, is, and shall be

Existential thoughts, memories, and wishes of a lifetime

Will it burst?

VIII.

Time

Flies

Soaring in misty cloaks of imagination

Cresting mountains of creation

Swooping down valleys of lessons learned

Gliding over glistening waters of wisdom

Migrating across vast memories

In moments.

IX.

Time

Late

For class

Again!

Horseshoe Lake Road trapping the distracted traveller

In its deceptive web

Sucking out the life force from her best laid plans.

X.

Time

Flashes

Colourful images painted in bits of black

Ebony lines undulating laughter, fear, loathing, and fantasy

Across an undefined white

Whispering dreams into countless possibilities.

XI.

Time

Wasted

Fighting what is immutable.

Forcing what was not meant for you.

Failing to accept your flaws.

XII.

Time

Saved

By green lights of passion

All the way to your ultimate destiny.

Love.