Tuesday, November 27, 2018

NOVEMBER 2018 -- A November Acrostic

Now that autumn’s taken over,

Outside the weather turns uncertain and

Venturing out is a guessing game.

Even so, don’t miss those places turned

Magical in their seasonal glory.

Brushed with hues from an earthy palette, they

Embrace this time of inevitable endings, and

 Reign supreme until snow flies.

Saturday, October 13, 2018



Nursery rhymes for Halloween?
Why not?
Look at that goose-riding character.
She is carrying a broom and wearing a pointy hat.

Harry Hairy, you are quite scary
How do you keep your fangs so strong?
I drink moonbeam milk, floss with spider silk,
And use a file to keep them long.
Old Witchy Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch a stew pot of bone  
But to her vexation
There’d been reanimation . . .
Those bones now stood on their own.
Ghosties, goblins, howl and wail,
Catch a black cat by the tail
If it vanishes from view
It might be best if you did too.
Chantilly Vampire flies through the town,
Upstairs, downstairs, in her cape and gown.
Scratching on the windows, shrieking her request:
“Send your children out to play—youngsters taste the best.”
Little Mad Mummy
Filled up his tummy
Eating fried bats and ghoul kooties
There came a big rumble
And a quite gassy grumble
That unraveled Mad Mummy’s patootie.

Monday, August 27, 2018

AUGUST 2018 -- Star Party Haiku

At our house, August means it's time for a star gazing trip to the Ochoco National Forest in Central Oregon. Along with us were 500 plus other amateur astronomers camped out on a sagebrush studded meadow, hoping for moderate temperatures during the days and clear, dark skies at night. While we did get a couple of days that met those criteria, what we got the rest of the week were hot days and about 30 degrees of horizon lost to smoke from all the forest fires in Southern Oregon and Northern California. Not ideal viewing circumstances. However, it did prompt the following haiku rambles:

Heat fries stony ground
We sit, listless 'til darkness
Brings relief and stars
Ochoco heat wave
Leaves star hounds daylight zombies
Baying for star rise
Smoke rings the meadow
Obscuring constellations
Dulling nighttime views
Despite the smoke, we did see some nice displays from the Perseus Meteor Shower. If we were looking in just the right direction at just the right time, that is. 
Panning the night sky
Waiting while those shooting streaks
Appear behind me
Yes, not the greatest year for star gazing in the Ochoco, but we star gazers are optimists.
Night skies were a bust
Too much smoke veiled good viewing
Can't wait for next year


Sunday, July 15, 2018

July 2018 -- High School Reunion

My 45th High School Reunion is this month. I thought that called for a little commemoration and celebration haiku style.   

High school is spent in
In contemplation
Our faces have changed
Our bodies acquired some wear
But school ties endure
It’s been many years
But the memories remain
And friendships hold true
Soft clink of glasses
While thoughts in this moment dwell
On friends gone before

Saturday, June 23, 2018

June 2018 -- I've Taped My Sister to the Wall

I’ve taped my sister to the wall,
But I’m not being cruel.
My mom told me to watch her
While she helps our Aunt Jewel.
You see, my sister is a whiz
At defeating gates and locks.
She once escaped her playpen
With a slingshot made of socks.
Last month she used some baby oil
To grease two window bars.
Then shimmied down the drain pipe
And was headed for the car.
I probably shouldn’t mention
Her breakout in the park
It involved three other toddlers—
All four were found by dark.
Yes, it’s a sticky situation.
I’m really not a meanie.
But if I run out of duct tape . . .
There goes Kid Houdini.

 Wondering what on earth inspired this little ditty? Take a look here: Taped to Wall Prompt 


Monday, May 28, 2018

May 2018 -- Taking a Brain Break at a Writers' Conference

~ yeowatzup
So, you’re going to attend a writers’ conference, eager to dive into some serious study of craft. Well, believe me, you will find plenty of that packed between inspiring keynote speeches and faculty panels. For example, I recently attended the Oregon SCBWI conference. Saturday’s breakout sessions found me facing a rapid-fire succession of strategic questions during a Character Boot Camp with agent Molly O’Neill, discovering ways to switch off a reader’s “default mode of traits” in editor Tiffany Liao’s Fundamentals of Writing Cross-Culturally, tracking the Secrets of a Great Synopsis with author Martha Brockenbrough, and quivering with nerves as I read and then waited for feedback during a First Page session with agents Natascha Morris and Molly O’Neill.

Sunday’s breakout sessions started with only slightly less quivering nerves as eight of us met with Natascha to read and critique up to 500 words of one of our picture book manuscripts. With that over and my nerves off the hook, I checked my schedule. And that’s when it struck me. My writer’s brain was tired, close to overloading. I really didn’t think I could keep focused through one, let alone three more breakout sessions if I kept doing what I had been doing. It was time to give myself permission to take a break and go off schedule. It was time to remember that an important aspect of attending a conference was enjoying the experience.

I stuffed my notebook (dutifully full of scribbled notes) back in my bag and headed to one of my favorite off schedule retreats: an illustrator focused workshop. Picture books are a collaboration between writer and illustrator, so I’ve always found seeing how the other half works to be both entertaining and inspiring. I’ve even learned more about the interplay of text and pictures from these sessions. I entered, fully prepared to sit back and observe. Wrong! It turned out that the presenter, Vanessa Brantley Newton, considered everyone in the room a participant. Our goal? Musical Creation. (Think musical chairs, but each time the music stops, everyone moves to a new table and either builds on something someone else started or starts a new something.) Tamping down the impulse to run like a scalded cat, I took a seat. And played. And found it both relaxing and re-energizing to stretch my creative muscles in a different direction. 

Then I did something even more revolutionary. I sat out the next session. Granted, there wasn’t a  topic I was particularly drawn to that session, but that didn’t mean that little voice in the back of my mind grumbling about wasted opportunities was easy to ignore. But I did. Torn between a short nap back in my room or finding a quiet spot to just veg, I compromised. First I visited the art portfolio displays, something I hadn’t taken time to do yet. Then I found a quiet spot and read back over my session notes, slipping added bits of clarity into mystifying scribbles while things were still fairly fresh in my mind. That part may not sound like resting my brain, but there really is a big difference between frantically jotting down notes during a fast paced session and going back over those notes at your own pace.

By then it was time for the last breakout session of the day (and conference). Relaxed and refreshed, I was able to focus on and enjoy Natascha Morris and one of the writers she represents offering their insights on Working with an Agent. I even managed to ask an intelligent question or two. Yet the best part of taking those off schedule breaks? I avoided those washed-out and tired-out doldrums that can hit just as the final keynote speech is about to begin. I heard every inspiring story and quote that SCBWI Executive Director Lin Oliver delivered. And missing any part of that would have truly been a wasted opportunity.

So, attend those writers’ conferences and soak up your craft. Just don’t forget to enjoy it. Let keynote speeches be a vicarious journey, more about listening than note-taking. Use mealtimes and breaks (even those long bathroom lines) to chat with other attendees and possibly strike up new friendships. Most importantly, don’t forget to give your brain a break. Take that nap, attend a session you might not normally consider, visit the bookstore or art portfolio displays, or even, gasp, just find a quiet spot and veg. You might just be surprised at how much more you get out of your overall experience if you do.


Friday, April 20, 2018

APRIL 2018 - Pitter Patter April Showers

Pitter Patter
Ground Mist