@ProfeJMarie Writer, Reader, Educator, Parent
Twitter Updates
- Some days it just hits me harder than others. Struggling so hard with my country right now. 12 hours ago
- I love love how much Dot has grown in this series. #MissFisherMurderMysteries 3 days ago
- RT @dansinker: "This is not who we are" is the most hollow reaction to news now. It's the"thoughts and prayers" of the left. It *is* who… 5 days ago
- Grad party is finally done and now I'd like to hibernate for the next 5 weeks, #kthanksbye 1 week ago
- It is remarkably convenient that the graduate in our house never seems to be around during all of the heavy lifting… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 week ago
Instagram Mini-Fics
It works out. Still, rejection stings. #6wordstory #writersofinstagram“Pops, pops! Do you see that one house with the big yard and the tree in the middle of it?” he asks his dad, his nose pressed up against the glass. His dad chuckles, unable to see much beyond the little head with big ideas that fills the squished in window on the plane. “Yeah,” he pretends, “I see it.” “Ima buy that house when I’m grown, then build a awesome tree house and that’s where Jamar and me are gon’ live.” “You won’t live in the big house?” “Naw. You and moms can live there. And Jamar’s parents. I can fix lots of stuff, but you can fix *everything*.” “How do you know Jamar will want to live there with you?” “Because we tight. And he told me about all the stuff we’re gon’ do with our kids. Teach ‘em stuff. See?” His dad smiles and leans in to share the window space with his son, their cheeks lined up, noses to the glass. “Yeah, I see. That’s a good plan.” #Future #writersofinstagram“We met at the campus bookstore. She was singing and looking through every book in the stacks for Psychology 101. I mean, every single book. I asked her what was wrong with all the ones in the reject pile, since I needed that book, too. She told me she was looking for one that had friendly handwriting and highlighting in it already. It was psychology, so that meant everything about the book should feel nice. I was desperate for a new book and couldn’t help myself from grabbing one and holding the shiny, compact weight of the text in my hands even if I knew I wouldn’t buy the new one. I remember opening it just to hear that crack of a new spine and get a whiff of new book smell. New textbook pages have a great scent.” I stop and Mari only looks at me, patiently awaiting the point of the story I suppose. However, I’m not sure what the point is. Nostalgia? That kind of thing doesn’t seem useful right now. I hurriedly finish my story. “Anyway, she ended up buying the new textbook for me in exchange for helping her find the ‘friendly’ used textbook that I paid for. She said her mother expected her to buy all new anyway, so she wouldn’t know the difference.” It took surprisingly little for Lucas to convince me to swap. There was something about her that sought approval, like she needed me to let her make this decision. And much like she desired the independence, I desired the gift of hope. The book represented a fresh start - a life apart from the one I’d left behind. #newbook #excerpt #writersofinstagramProbably one of the most entertaining parts of my new job are watching customers trying to manage the “all-in-one” drink machine. Somewhere some comedian has surely included this bit in her routine, right? I pulled out my phone and zoomed in on the back of a forty-year old man holding his cup under the fountain spigot and putting what looked like all of his weight behind pushing the touch screen button that chooses the drink for him, not realizing that the “pour” button is right below the screen. As soon as he put his whole palm on the screen, I snipped some of the recording and texted it to Justin. His reply came quickly. “One-stop shop for palm-reading and peach-vanilla Fanta.” I choked back a laugh as I slipped the phone back in my pocket and helped the poor fellow out. “Here you go,” I offered, pointing to the big silver button. “The touchscreen is just for choosing. The rest is mechanical.” “Oh, duh,” he muttered. “I thought it was broken, but instead I was just an idiot.” “Nah,” I reassured him, “people get confused by this all the time. It’s just new and different, which can be a challenge.” He gave me a courtesy laugh at that point and I realized I’d slipped into “explain to a child, especially one who can’t handle change very well” tone. Old habits. The buzz in my pocket pulled me away from the now uncomfortable drink machine guy. It was a picture of Kate Winslet’s hand on a steamed window of the car in the movie Titanic. “Or maybe he was going for this to commune with his lime-cherry-root beer.” Another text followed. This one of a bloody palm print on a mirror from some horror movie. “Or he was leaving his last message to the world by saying how much he wanted his coke-kool-aid.” Gross, Justin. Then the next text of an upside down palm print made into an elephant. “He was going to flip over the drink machine after imprinting.” And there I’d gone and done it - sent my brother into a palm print vortex. I shut off all sound and vibrate alerts. If I didn’t, I knew I’d be getting at least a dozen more similar texts. #excerpt #drinkmachine #writersofinstagram-
Recent Posts
Archives
Categories
Category Archives: Writing
Monday Minutiae – 5/28/18
Divisors, Dividends, and Remainders Not long ago, one of my writer’s groups talked about what we did with words we discard from our final drafts. Delete entirely? Save? Save with any sort of organization? I’ll delete a random sentence or … Continue reading
Posted in Learning, Parenting, Reading, Writing
Tagged drafting, May, Re-reading, Tuba Tiger Rag, word graveyard
1 Comment
Monday Minutiae – 4/22/18
New thing I’m going to try out: Summer Reading List I’ve got a novel idea surrounding the prolific “100 books everyone should read” lists, and since 99% of those lists consist almost entirely of white male authors, I figured I’d … Continue reading
What Good Writing! What Bad Writing!
Do you remember that picture book that went: What good luck! Ned got a letter that said, “Please come to a surprise party.” What bad luck! The party was in Florida and he was in New York. Did you also … Continue reading
Posted in Writing
Tagged Alanis Morissette, writing, writing confidence, writing obstacles
Leave a comment
100 Words
Not to be confused with the Ten Hundred Most Used Words (Science) Challenge, I have been participating in a 100 words in 100 days challenge. Writing friend Natalia opened this up to a group of fellow writers who are all … Continue reading
Posted in Writing
Tagged 100 words/100 days challenge, The Proclaimers, write every day, writing, writing goals
2 Comments
When Writing Is Hard: 2017 Version
This post of mine came through my FB memories feed last week. I talked about when writing gets hard. Not simply challenging, but “it’s too hard, I can’t do it.” I wrote the following: “…writing looked like insomnia. I had … Continue reading
Posted in Writing
Tagged The Head and the Heart, writer's block, writing, writing advice, writing process, writing struggles
1 Comment
Finding Grace: Reading and Writing
I went for a walk yesterday, needing to clear my mind. During that fast-paced walk, I wrote a long, angry blog post in reaction to Charlottesville and to the reactions from others from the top of of our government on … Continue reading
Posted in Musing, Reading, Writing
Tagged grace, grace and re-reading, grace and writing, In Search of Grace series, Ingrid MIchaelson, passion
Leave a comment
When Music Makes the Story Come Alive
A fellow writer in my writing organization recently asked what song we imagine for the ending credits for our novels-turned-movies. Easy! I know ‘em all. Novel 1: “The Sound of Sunshine” (Michael Franti and Spearhead) first, then “Jabulani – Rejoice” … Continue reading
Posted in Writing
Tagged Kelly Clarkson, music and writing, novel soundtracks, writing playlists, writing process
1 Comment
