wayfaringwordhack: (art - guitton housework)
I haven't been settled, mentally, since coming back to Lebanon.  We are *still* looking for a new apartment, and J is starting to want to look farther afield of our current village.  I am still hanging on to the hope of finding something here.  We haven't heard back from Crazy-Lady-with-Garden, and I guess she probably doesn't want us...or rather our too-little money.  I still want her garden, though.  

Of all the darnedest things, for the past few days, my mind has been returning to a house we had made an offer on while still living in Egypt.  I had drawn architectural-like plans (no, not my job, but I was pretty proud of what had I done) for the real-estate agent to use to get some estimates for us from tradespeople.  We sent him the plans and never heard back.   J likes to joke that the man liked the plans and vision so much, he decided to buy and renovate the place for himself (he told us about his "houses" and how he bought and sold them regularly).  Like I said, of all things, why in the world is my mind turning over this old affair that is so much water under the bridge?  

I must say, I would prefer a more productive mulling over and rehashing.  It is probably goaded by the fact that our future is up in the air about where we will settle after the Lebanon stint.  Still many years in the future, but obviously, there is no explaining my mind. If you have theories, though, I would be happy to entertain them.  Also up for solutions to shut up the useless mental chatter.
wayfaringwordhack: (I heart you)
 Happy Thanksgiving, Friends.


I am grateful that many of our dishes had ingredients grown here in our own garden.  I am grateful we got to eat outside.  I am thankful for my family's good health.

What are you grateful for this year?
wayfaringwordhack: (pondering)
Can someone please explain DW friends-locked posts to me?  I wish to talk about some stuff which is not for the general public.  I still have my friends filters showing up from my LJ days; however, I don't know if and how those have translated over.  I have not found a way of accessing them, just the "manage circles" page which seems very broad.  

If you know more than I (not hard) and this makes sense to you, I would appreciate your help.

And related, how much do you trust locked entries?  Not being paranoid, but say, do you think gov'ts could access them easily if they wanted to?  
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout !!!)
Has anyone else had their entire mailbox emptied because they had not signed into the account in (according to the provider, and probably true) over a year?  I have an account that I use to store stuff, not really checking it, just sending stuff there.  Today I opened it, it still recognizes me, but it is completely empty. Not a single thing in it. 

It is a Yahoo! account. Does anyone know how I can get my info back?
wayfaringwordhack: (art - the reader)
 ...on a book that fails to capture your interest, that is. I  am reading something now that is really Meh. I only read when I am brushing my hair or teeth or flossing, which means I don't spend a lot of time at it, but usually, I dawdle a bit over my tasks if the reading matter interests me. In  this case, I just stop wherever I am on the page, even in the middle of a sentence.

I am contemplating moving on to something else, but another part of me thinks I should just keep going with it because it isn't like it is awful, I am just not that into the subject matter and am perhaps a bit criticial of it (the story is set in France, and Carcassonne, my husband's birthplace, figures quite heavily in it, which should make it interesting) but the mystical elements and the religious wars part of....yeah, just don"t feel like something I want to invest in now.

I have been reading ( the umpteenth time for me) The Chronicles of Narnia to Sprout (her first time, and she loves thme as much as I hoped she would), and I think the direct style (some would say "telling") and elegant simplicity of C.S. Lewis' prose really makes what this other author is doing feel overblown and melodramtic. I know styles have changed and the subject matter is not at all the same, but class is classy and doesn't age.

C.S. Lewis is one of those writers who makes me want to write and yet intimidates the socks off me.
wayfaringwordhack: (Default)
 I am in that space in my mind, where I have not been for many a year, where I start composing blog posts in my mind as I go about my day.

I compose and then I stop and wonder about what that says about me and where I am in life now.

That is all. 

:P
wayfaringwordhack: (art: palmier)
Sprout is invited to a birthday party tomorrow.  I told her it would be nice if she made the girl a card, and we would get her a gift.

Sprout's excited response is to give the girl something she has made, rather than buy something.  Which, of course, I totally love and agree with. The problem is that I'm not sure the receiver will be as pleased, used to, as she is, getting store-bought, "fancy" gifts.  I don't want Sprout to be hurt if there is a lack of appreciation, and I don't want the other girl to feel disappointed.

One solution would be to buy something to give in addition to what Sprout makes, but that invalidates, in my mind, what Sprout wants to do and teaches that only bought things have value.

Thoughts?
wayfaringwordhack: (writing: food for thought)
In a recent entry, I bemoaned the rigidity of my writing brain. I talked about using a different POV to convey info, but I wasn't clear because I don't want to bore people with specifics. What I meant to say was this:

Ramble, ramble, thoughts a-bramble )

Any thoughts?
wayfaringwordhack: (writing: scrabble - novel)
So, snippet.  Yes, I got a bit of writing done while we were gone.

It was so nice to creep out of bed at dawn, walk through the muggy fog* to a secluded spot and just think words and story. One morning I sat beneath eucalyptus trees, with all sorts of birds disappearing into the thick haze around me. The next day, Junebug woke up early, so I took him with me by the pool and wrote under date palms, heavy with fruit, while he pranced around with his shorts on his head. The last day I retreated to a worker's shelter in an olive grove.


(sorry for the crap photo; took it with my laptop)
Every time we go to Anafora, J says the kids and I should live full-time there, and for such lovely mornings, I would almost consider it.

Anyhow, a snippet to prove I didn't just go lounge around in the pool and sit under date palms sipping fresh juices:



Elamie nodded once. “Precisely. Iasrees have a gift, but not a gift free of cost. Not a gift that can be used without learning and application. The bite of a sresree may confer upon us the power of extraordinary song, but it does not give the ability to master the elements. Control is not innate. It must be aquired.”


Lelo clenched her fists in her lap. That, that was what Elamie had said? The same thing she said at least ten times per class, every class?  “About time you teach us mastery, then,” she muttered under her breath.  “Start simple, something like waking earthstars, and work your way to simili creation.”




Looking at this out of context makes it seem very heavy on the invented word side, but this is something like chapter 5 of the book, so the reader should either know or have a good inkling by now of what these words mean.

And I also had a great** idea of giving some parts of a scene to another POV character. This will give me a chance to show things from a fresh perspective, hopefully adding to the reader's understanding of both the characters and the world. My brain is truly and finally tiptoeing into Storyworld.

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* Anafora is on the desert road to Alexandria and not that close to the river or the greenness of the delta, but misty mornings are not rare.

** This was also sort of a "d'oh!" thought, something that could have occurred to me a loooooong time ago. That just doesn't seem to be the way my brain works, though. It's very hard for me to move beyond an initial way of seeing things. And I don't like that. It is a very rigid and frustration-making way to be. I wonder if I could do some kind of exercises to loosen up the mind and teach it to shuffle things and try out possibilities before latching so strongly on to one. Anyone have any ideas?
wayfaringwordhack: (writing: scrabble - novel)
I've been fighting insomnia* for the last hour, to no avail. So instead of tossing and turning in frustration, let me ask you a question, O Great Hivemind of Fellow Writers!

When you've left a project fallow for an extended amount of time, how do you get back into it?

Do you dive in right where you left off, with no priming of the pump, working purely from memory with what and where you think you need to go?

Do you reread the prose you wrote and pick it up from there? All of it or just a scene or two?

Do you peruse notes and outlines first to get the juices flowing?

Something else entirely?

On another writing-related note, do those of you who are known for (or personally feel you have the knack of) writing relatable characters put yourselves in the characters' skin when writing? Do you visualize yourself as the character interacting with the story world? Can you put your finger on what you do?

This sort of roleplaying does not come naturally to me, and I constantly find myself distracted and pulled out of the "game" by my own wandering thoughts, leading me to the conclusion that this technique "just isn't me." I'd like to persist, though, and try to master it because I WANT to write characters that readers love to love and love to hate. Such roleplaying might be a good way to accomplish that.

I also wonder if I have a hard time doing it because I lack empathy on some level. Before I lead you to think I'm some kind of heartless monster, let me clarify by saying that I do feel for others and am able to understand their feelings. But it is easier when their situation is not connected to mine. When I'm involved, I'm too often concerned with and overwhelmed by Self. I usually have to have some distance before I can see the other side's point/feelings in a confrontation. especially when I myself have strong feelings or a sense of rightness. Are those of you who are better character writers, so to speak, more immediately empathic, perhaps?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

And perhaps I should not be permitted to make blog posts when I'm sleep deprived. :P


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*This is the resulf of discomfort--it's too hot--but also of writing. When my brain starts playing with words, sleep becomes elusive...
wayfaringwordhack: (Junebug: Diggin' life)




Here is the hooded jacket on the mini model, who is not so mini any more:




I didn't (haven't) put a pompom on the hood yet because I was pretty fed up and wanted to call it done. What do you think?  Should I add one? If I do, it will be the color of the blue buttons.

wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: !!!)
Is anyone on my flist a crocheter?  I started making a hooded jacket for Junebug (before Christmas) but petered out on in because of (to me and obviously a lot of other people, judging from the comments) unclear instructions.  I need help understanding something and would appreciate it so much if someone could make sense of it for me.

The excerpted instructions are as follows:

Shoulder:
Place a marker 9:11:13:15:17:19 sts in from armhole edge to mark inner edge of shoulder seam leaving 14:15:16:17:18:19 sts unworked at front opening edge.


Here is what I have so far, to which I should apply the above instrustions:

hooded jacket copy

Where do I start counting from? In which direction? Any ideas?
wayfaringwordhack: (wayfaring wordhack)
I tried to comment on a post and got a message that I have been banned from doing so.  This is surprising considering that I'm a friend of this person and have no idea why I would have been banned (without being unfriended).

Has anyone else gotten similar messages when trying to comment?

FWIW, if you have received such a message from me, there is something strange going on because I have not banned anyone...
wayfaringwordhack: (art: woman reading)
Has anyone on my flist read anything by Wendell Berry?  I want to order a book or two of his but don't really know where to start... I'll probably get a book of poems, but I'm unsure whether or not I want to get a novel, too, or an essay anthology.

And while we're talking books, anyone have a good read they feel like recommending?  I'm open to anything. 
wayfaringwordhack: (wayfaring wordhack)
Too tired and icky to do a snippet. It is only 8:20, but I'm on my way to bed. The ick is still kicking my tail, as well as the Sprout's but she had the added joy of an earache today.

Maybe I'll have the energy tomorrow.

Tell me about your creative thoughts or deeds this past week to encourage me, if you want. :)
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: !!!)
I haven't been getting comment notifications all day. Is anyone else having this problem?

ETA: I just found them all in my spam folder.

ETA2: I just found a message that is a month old, and apparently those over a month are deleted. Who knows what I missed. If you have been waiting for me to get back to you about something, please comment here or send me a message. :-/
wayfaringwordhack: (Sprout: !!!)
Did you know that Tuesday, February 26th, is a holiday? It is; it's Tell a Fairy Tale Day.

I'm thinking of coming up with an original tale and posting it. There are only a couple of days left, so I won't do anything long or elaborate. Nevertheless, as a lover of fairy tales, I think I should do something to mark the occasion.

Anyone want to play along?  Write something original or put a spin on an old tale?
wayfaringwordhack: (writing: scrabble - novel)
ETA: I changed some stuff in an attempt to make things clearer for [livejournal.com profile] frigg and to address some stuff brought up in [livejournal.com profile] khiemtran's comment to my previous post.

Thanks, everyone, who responded to my snippet yesterday. (I love that you drew an image, [livejournal.com profile] asakiyume, and that you took the time to find made one, too [livejournal.com profile] mindseas! You gals rock!) I think I kind of shot myself in the foot by not posting the paragraphs that go with the one about the gate.  If I may bother you again, here they are, with the previously posted paragraph in its place:

All hail the King! )


Thanks again for reading and thanks for the get better wishes. I think I'm on the mend now.
wayfaringwordhack: (writing: food for thought)
I'm posting with a "request" this time, rather than just showing a snippet. If you read, I'd like to know: Does this make sense? I've fiddled and fiddled with this paragraph, trying not to be too descriptive while still drawing a clear picture for the reader. It is the "clear" I'm worried about.



snippet )

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