Writing 101 – Serially Found

I’m getting dangerously close to finishing my book about my trip to Italy back in 2012. I say dangerously close because this is the point at which I generally drop the ball and despite my good intentions, I don’t finish the job. If I know I do this, then why do I do this? I wish I knew, but the warning signs are there. I can feel them creeping up behind me, laughing mischievously like a little child who thinks he’s playing a joke on me, but the reality is, there is no fooling me. I’m just a fool naturally.

But enough about me, really, and on to the subject (prompt) in hand. If you would like you can look at the first few paragraphs as commercial interruptions of sorts. They help to get my creativity juices going especially if the prompts leave me scratching my head help. The last couple of prompts haven’t exactly inspired, but then again I’ve been busy working on my book that it’s been easy to ignore wordpress for a bit.

Today’s prompt is called Serially Found in which we can write about finding something. I can’t put my finger on why this prompt leaves me wanting. Perhaps it’s a bit too broad, leaving me with too many possibilities.

I could write about finding my charm bracelet more than a year after it went missing. Or about my friend’s uncanny ability to find things that go MIA around here. If I’ve misplace something, I can count on her to find it. I could write about how I’m constantly losing things in my room which is funny because it’s not a very big room so there aren’t many places for things to go.

I could write about God’s faithfulness in looking for the lost, but I don’t feel prepared right now to give it the dues it deserves.  I could write about how when I lose something, I always, always take it to God. If I don’t find the said object right away, I give the whole thing to God. I know He knows exactly where the object is that I’m missing so if it be His will, would he lead me to the object. I always have confidence that He will and He almost always does. I could write about how I lose track of time. It takes me a moment to figure out what day of the week it is. This always frustrates me.

So where am I going with this? I’m not really sure now. I had an idea in mind, but here’s something pretty funny if you think about it, I lost my train of thought and now I feel as though I’m rambling just for the sake of writing something, anything. Instead, I’ll end this torture here and go back to my book about Italy so I can actually finish it because I’m determined to do so.

From there, I’ll finish up a few more Steller stories and then come back to my Blurb books. It’s going to be good times. I won’t lose my momentum. If I do, I’ll do my best to find it again.

Over and out!


Writing 101 – Three Letter Words

Where do I begin? As quiet as a stealth bomber three letter words in today’s world,  dominate our conversation, including written communication. It used to be that books offered a much more mature vocabulary. While there is still much focus on reading, quality of language is undoubtly dumbed down .

Several years ago, I went online to purchase my daughter books I loved as a child. Reading at that time didn’t rank high on things my daughter liked to do; however that didn’t burst my confidence that these books would pique my daughter’s interest.

A huge favorite of mine, called “Up a Road Slowly”, told a tale of a young girl named Julie growing up with a distant relative after Julie’s mother’s death . My best friend, Laura and I devoured every word, reading it repeatedly.

I didn’t realize then that there were more than simple words throughout each page. They contained sophisticated vocabulary words. Advanced vocabulary words weren’t limited to that book. We found advanced vocabulary words were routinely in other children’s books written around that time period such as Mrs. Piggle Wiggle.

It saddens me that we’ve seemed to have dumbed down expectations. I don’t blame texting because this lower expectation took place before texting became prevalent.

So do I blame three letter words? No. Would I like us to figure a means to improve vocabulary? Absolutely. This post, however, is in response to a challenge to write a whole article without a three letter word. Should I be dinged because a book I referenced contains a three letter word? Without a doubt. Is it possible there is another three letter word written above? Probably so.

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Writing 101 – It’s a Text, Text, Text, Text World

I admit it, I often hide behind the veneer of text messaging. I’ve always been terrible at picking up the phone, fearful that I would run out of things to talk about while at the same time unable to find a socially acceptable reason to end the call gracefully. And since I don’t handle rejection very well, asking for a favor over the phone is even more difficult for me. Anyone waiting for a return call from me, best not be standing by the phone. They may be there for a long while.

My first fear, running out of things to say, likely come from my elementary years. During this time, we moved approximately every two years. From Puerto Rico to Illinois to Delaware and just for good measure, every once in a while we would return back to our home state of California to shake the dust off our feet. Traveling was a novelty for our family and sometimes mom and pop would take pity upon us and allow us to call our cousin long distance.

For the first minute or two, the call was fraught with excitement as we said our hello’s and obligatory, how are you’s. After which we had very little to say and the line would be quiet for minutes on end, each of waiting for the other to come up with a topic of intereat that might ignite the call. It never came. Somehow the call would mercifully end and in time, I came to dread having a receiver handed over to me unless it’s my sister who had a wonderful knack for keeping a conversation going.

Second, I love text messaging in that I can put out a question or request to one or more of my contacts and wait for a response like a grown-up. Just this morning I sent two such text messages, the first to my dad making sure he was still planning on taking me to my doctor’s appointment. The second was to a cousin asking if she would be able to join me to our Good Friday service. With a text message, the responder won’t hear the disappointment in my voice nor see the crestfallen look upon my face if they aren’t able to say yes.

I communicate a lot more with certain loved ones now that we all regularly use text messaging. Is it a perfect medium? No. Don’t get me started about the little keyboard which makes clean typing impossible. Then there’s the lost art of quality letter-writing. If you don’t know what I mean by this, check out Ken Burn’s “Civil War” and read some of the letter’s that are quoted.  If you do, you’ll know what I mean. The words that flow from the paper emote such visual effects and feelings, I can close my eyes and it’s like I’m there back in time. I don’t want the moment to end.

Many of the writers had such passion. I love how the men and women wouldn’t hold back. Added to this is the beauty of having the verbiage on parchment paper in the writer’s handwriting, each a unique style of its own. Mom and I were talking about how letter writing was not only becoming a dying art, but that we are losing out because most of us don’t bother printing text or email messages. Why bother? They don’t have the quality of a true handwritten card or letter.

I think about the wooden chest I have in the garage filled with correspondence. They speak to my heart. There’s the letter from my uncle who wrote to us when we lived in Brazil asking if I was still a little roly poly (what can I say, I was a round albeit cute baby). And there are the countless birthday and random cards from my grandmother who rarely failed to include scripture at the end that she felt compelled to share. Then there are the letters I wrote to my best friend in High School that she gave back to me when we returned to the states after two years in Iran. We wrote to each other faithfully for over six-months promising that we would give each other our letters back once both our families got home.

It makes me sad that our children and our children’s children will likely miss this medium in exchange for the pros of text/email messaging.

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