Point of View, Sunset and the Soo
Sunset over the Soo
Yes, Sault Ste. Marie. Beautiful, no? This was the view from my hotel room last Saturday. For real. Breathtaking.
But so is this too
the view
from my hotel room
in the Soo.
In its unedited form, a bowling alley and parking lot that were really not so nice to look at. (I took this one first so it’s not as orange.)
Just goes to show you: Point of View is all in how you look at it.
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Of Ice and Ink
Cold nights + Sunny days = Fabulous natural ice sculptures.
I came upon this fabulous wall of ice while out driving on an errand yesterday. These photos aren’t the best because I only had my phone with me, not my camera. I wish I could have captured the colour of the ice better.
The furthest ice chunk, on the left in both photos, was a beautiful shade of peacock blue.
The blue ice immediately reminded me of my favourite shade of Sheaffer ink: Peacock blue. I put that ink in the fountain pen I always used in high school. I wrote many an essay and short story in that ink.
Let’s see: Ice…ink…pen…writing…. I would’ve rather been writing than out driving, do ya think?
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Top Takeaways from SCBWI NY 2010
I had an amazing time at the SCBWI NY 2010 conference. Being surrounded by people who share a passion for writing and illustrating for kids is energizing. There is no better complete rundown of the conference than the SCBWI Team Blog, but here are a few gems I gathered.
Strive for the small unexpected moments that surprise you as you write. ~Libba Bray
Re social networking: Be yourself because everyone else is taken. ~Jenn Bailey
Feel what’s happening in your story as you’re writing it. If you’re not, the scene isn’t working. ~Jacqueline Woodson
Draw or write every day for the fun of putting ink on paper. ~Jim Benton
Be professional, and remember your job as a writer is to write. ~Sheldon Fogelman
Never give up. ~Jane Yolen
Words for the writer to live by for sure.
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Stephen Leacock Said it Best
I’m feeling decidedly Lord Ronaldish this week. Who the heck is that? He’s this fictional guy:
“Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.” (Stephen Leacock, Gertrude the Governess: or, Simple Seventeen)
I’m now a couple weeks into the new year and I’m between work-for-hire writing projects. I should be ecstatic! I should be gleefully ticking things off my colossal to-do list. But instead I’m feeling some sort of confusion at all the seemingly endless possibilities. I feel like I could go riding madly off in a whole bunch of directions, and I don’t know which damned direction would be best.
As I was sitting here, trying to figure out what to do next, a vague recollection of that Stephen Leacock quote popped into my head. Wanting to be sure I got it right, I Googled the approximate phrase and Mr Leackock’s name, and presto! There was the citation I needed. I found my copy of the book Laugh with Leacock and there it was.
Hmmm, all that was decidedly NOT on my to-do list.
I think after living 2009 under the pressure of almost constant deadlines, this little breather is freaking me out. So where should I start? It’s just a little breather, really. It will be coming to an end shortly–
Excuse me while I go fling myself onto my horse and, well, you already know the rest now, don’t you?
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