The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Book Blurb Friday #60

        Yes, it's almost Friday. That means another Book Blurb Friday offering from Lisa Ricard Claro

        The idea is write a book blurb--150 words or less--that is enticing enough to prompt hordes of people to engage in a purchasing frenzy.

        The photo was supposedly snapped by Lisa's daughter. But since Lisa is only 31, that's impossible. Actually, Christina is a rent-a-kid, but Lisa keeps dragging her out, desperately trying to keep the ruse alive. That's okay; we'll let her slide this week.

         The photo is gorgeous (unlike that lame one last week). It's so breathtaking, it calls for something ethereal  soaring --well, what it should get is something that's not juvenile. But that's what came to me this evening.

To the Moon, Mom
        by Sioux Roslawski

Tubby Toblerone gazed  at the moon, every night. And every night it was out of his reach.

He dreamed of going there some day, sure. But what were the chances? Tubby spent his time after school eating Vienna sausages, and Taco Bell bean burritos. And reading science books…

Would he ever don an astronaut’s suit and fly to the moon? Would he ever travel in a rocket ship? Would Tubby’s dream ever come true?

Probably not, but what he lacked in persistence, he made up for in gas. Huge clouds of stinky farts. The foggy fume followed him every moment of every day.

One day, he had a flash of brilliance. Or was it just that third can of sausages talking back? Tubby was going to the moon. And setting his farts on fire was going to be just the propulsion he needed…

(147 words)

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Is That Underwear Or Is It Shorts?

        Lynn, a fellow WWWP, and I are plotting. We are going to put a stop--somehow--to Beth's beauty and talent (okay, that's just me), to Linda's habit of being a publication pig (okay, that's only me as well), and to Tammy's skillful sphincter. (She claims her writing is crap, but when it comes out of her butt, it's mind-blowing.)
        Actually I'm the only one who's getting snipy. Lynn is far too nice to get snarky at all.
        But really, we do talk a lot about confidence and and persistence. So when I saw this video (with Ray Bradbury as the "star) allowing me to get a little into a character's head, I jumped on it.
         And although I love his writing, the sight of him in a tie and shorts (or are they boxers?)  is a little unsettling.
         My question for you: How do you keep persistent at writing?

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Hungry for More Hunger

         Yesterday afternoon I began reading the book The Hunger Games. Yes, I know. I am the last human being left on the planet who has not read the book and no, I haven't seen the movie yet either.

         To say it is a page-turner is a gross understatement.

photo by Pranzie
(Okay, you should know better than to ask, "Is that you, Sioux?"  Look at her thighs...thin and firm-looking. Decidedly not jiggly. Check out those arms. If you pull the skin up, the skin will pop right back into place, instead of remaining up for a moment in "suspended animation."  And those boobs. They are in her chestal region, NOT hovering around her knees. So no, it's not Sioux, silly.)

         As a writer, I am in awe of the story conception. It's so unique, my mouth gapes open at just how imaginative Suzanne Collins is.

         I'm almost finished with it. And although I am usually sad when a book I enjoy is over, in this case, I'm not.

         Because the 2nd and 3rd books are waiting in the wings for me...