Mrs. Emma Jeane Johnston was buried by her husband and son, who preceded her in death.
I think the word to use in this case is “beside” and not “by,” but I don’t think Stephen King could have written it any creepier.
[Editor’s note: The above is an actual headline title or sentence from an article. Like a puca, every now and then and here and there these will appear. Just something to consider when you are writing.]
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Nothing in the vows says to have and to hold until imagination does you part.
My wife told me I had to stop writing. She said I was having more fun with my imaginary friends than I was with her. I said, So? Big mistake. Big mistake. I forgot what a wallup a real person packs. My oral surgeon said one or two more surgeries and I’ll be almost as good as new. I’ll only have to take the dentures out once a day.
Cute as hell, she said.
Figure of speech, she said.
I figured as much.
Filed under poetry by author, Workshop weekend
A session to consider if attending the Killer Nashville Writing Conference.
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Thoughts about ideas….
“I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once, poking up through the hardpan, I see the top of a chimney. I know there’s a house under there, and I’m pretty sure that I can dig it up if I want. That’s how I feel. It’s like the stories are already there. What they pay me for is the leap of faith that says: ‘If I sit down and do this, everything will come out OK.’”
—Stephen King
Filed under ideas, Stephen King, Writers on writing
Love on the rocks
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Angels flying high above
ministering without a care.
Ol’ Fred’s doing fine.
He’s feeling all aligned.
Club XYZ and Time Warped tea
are there for you and me.
Hang out at Time Warp Tea Room and Club XYZ on Central St.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Letters flying high above
Tea cups and room to share.
Fred’s learning ol’ Tao Tai Chi
For all his friends to see,
Or maybe glowing body yoga
With those who already know ya.
Taoist Tai Chi Center. People from the street can see classes in session.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
Soon I’ll join him there.
Fred finds his Color-ama
It points the way to drama,
Poetry and Mystery,
Science and History.
Color-ama on side of building. Arrow points to back of Central Street Books. To the right of the Color-ama is the entrance to Glowing Body Yoga.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Books glowing in the window
On Central Street, it’s there.
Side of Central Street Books. Glowing BOOKS sign in the window.
These birds up on the awning
End your endless longing
For cupcakes and tasty treats,
Oh crumbum you just can’t beat.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Magpies flying high above
ministering without a care.
Look up and see the Magpies above Magpies bakery where you find cakes, cupcakes, and crumbum that can’t be beat.
Fred sends his hair to college
To gain a little knowledge.
Or the Chop Shop crew
Can do his do and do his do anew.
You can get your hair cut or styled at the local “barber college” where students are learning the latest techniques, or go down the street to The Chop Shop.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Scissors flying high above
Snipping without a care.
The scissors of the Chop Shop in the foreground and the Rx of the Relix Variety Theater in the background, a venue for music, comedy, and the Knoxville Horror Movie Festival.
Antiques lay all around;
Friends bargains to be found.
No need to go to town
With all that astounds.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
He no longer has a care.
Three Rivers flows on in
Where a day old store had been.
Ol’ Fred shops for deals
And food to make his meals.
Three Rivers Market, a member owned, community oriented market and deli. Buy groceries or even buy a meal.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
The Rooster’s flying high above
Crowing without a care.
An ice cream cone that beckons
With fantasies and seconds
And Relix down the street
Show shows and hold Fred’s seat.
Reportedly one of the few remaining Freezo dive in for food places in the U.S.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ice cream flying high above:
Things to make Fred stare.
White Orchid, a place for wedding dresses and other wedding items. Maybe the place to go after you find your love on the rocks.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Angels flying high above
ministering without a care.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
He no longer has a care.
While Fred in the poem is a person, there is a Fred’s Alignment & Service on Central St. A good place to go for all sorts of car work, to get it and keep it “all aligned.”
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Every now and then there comes a need for a new word. Toward that end, we here at Booker’s Blog will from time to time put forth new words for consideration. We hope you will give them their proper consideration, and if you find them useful, bring them like a new friend into your daily life.
New word: festidious:
A combination of fastidious and fetish.
Fastidious, adj., hard to please; excessively particular, critical, or demanding
Fetish, n., any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.
Festidious: a fastidious fetish, near irrational adherence to rules, ideas, persons, body parts, etc.
Used in a sentence: He was festidious to the point of obsurdity (another new word) in the way he folded and put away his underwear. If there was any woman who could understand him and please him in this area, he would marry her, even if he had to festidiously force her into it.
Filed under new word, New words to live by, words, Words to live by
The night rests quiet
with the moon in my pocket:
a frame for my love.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Curiosity
builds wonder from achievement
and knowledge from hope.
[Editor’s note: inspired by the recent successful landing by NASA of Curiosity on Mars. Worth all the medals at the Olympics, and then some.]
Curiosity, the latest Mars rover, with some of her cameras pointed out. This 1-ton vehicle and science lab landed by NASA in the early morning of August 6, 2012 Eastern Time.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
You have probably heard the story of the princess and the pea, of how she could feel the small pea under the mattress, despite the comfort of the rest of the bed, and how this little thing disturbed her and distinguished her from every other young lady who slept on the bed.
Ideas for stories, novels, essays, and poems often start the same way: some little something catches your attention and for one reason or another you can’t let go of it. It disturbs and distinguishes your imagination from the imaginations of everyone else, even other writers.
But unlike the pea in bed, often that little something will crop up at the oddest of times or in the oddest of places. That is why it is a good idea to keep pen and a notebook handy. It can be a small notebook, or even a piece of paper. Not everything you write down will turn into some crowing achievement, but it is certainly easier to discard a scribble later, once you’ve had a chance to consider it, than it is to try to remember that little, nagging seed of an idea later.
So, keep something handy to write with and write on. You never know when inspiration, like a little seed, will sprout something your way.
The idea sprout for a novel, essay, poem, or short story might show itself at the oddest time in the oddest of places. Keep a pen and paper handy.
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