Today, I’m feeling the love. And for some reason, as I was thinking the words, “Feel the love,” I heard them in Peter Griffin’s voice. You know, from the episode where he spends time with Meg? No? Okay, fine:
I haven’t watched Family Guy in years, so I have no idea why that particular scene popped into my head this morning, but you can’t unsee it! Muahahaaaa! 🙂
Apparently I made a metaphor Friday and didn’t even know it. In case you missed it, here it is:
Every time he dropped his line in the water – and I do mean every time – he pulled it out with a fish attached to the end. At one point, a fish jumped out of the water to get the worm hovering just above the surface. The fish were all too small to keep, so we practiced the catch-and-release method, although I ended the excursion with a serious craving for some good ol’ fried fish like my dad used to make. I tried to fry fish once. It didn’t go well. I don’t think I’ll try it again.
Anyway, he had so much fun fishing that a couple of weeks later, I bought him a life jacket and took him out to Union Grove Lake to try his luck again. We were there for ten minutes before he proclaimed to anyone who would listen (namely, me, as I was the only person within earshot) that he was bored and he wanted to go home and fishing at Aunt Sandy’s was way more fun. See, fishing at Aunt Sandy’s had spoiled him. Fishing at Aunt Sandy’s showed him what it’s supposed to be like, minus the ideal of actually getting to keep them. Fishing at Union Grove demonstrated the reality of fishing – endless hours spent staring at each other while fighting the temptation to reel your line in and cast it out again somewhere else because maybe the fish are biting “over there.”
Until the lovely Miss T. pointed it out in her comment, I didn’t even realize what I’d written. I had to go back and reread the whole post to find out what the heck she was talking about and as I did so, a wonderful thing happened: I discovered that in writing one thing, I’d actually written another. I thought I’d simply been recounting a fishing story, but it was much more than a simple fish tale.
Writing is when I make the words. Editing is when I make them not shitty. –Chuck Wendig
REVENGE OF THE PENMONKEY: Wallpaper #3 (Photo credit: curious_spider)
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The questions have been flying once again. Yep, folks, that’s right – I’ve been interviewed! All thanks go to Tricia Drammeh this time (again, actually). Head on over to her Authors to Watch site and join the conversation!
Big things are going on in my neck of the woods, but that’s another post for another time. In the meantime, I’ll be starting a Photo Friday feature this coming week. I meant to start it yesterday, but housework beckoned and I’m pretty sure Seymour was ecstatic that I heeded the call to clean instead of the call to blog. 🙂
And now, back to Mt. Laundry. I’ve nearly reached the summit – I can’t stop now!
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I sat down to work on this post last night after a hectic couple of hours and ended up reading the news on msnbc.com instead. Whoops.
Anyway, I read a fantastic post the other day on Kristen Lamb’s blog about taking time to rest and how there is a season to everything under the sun. Yes, I know Ecclesiastes says the exact same thing, but Ms. Lamb said it in regards to writing by quoting the Byrds and the song “Turn, Turn, Turn.” By the way, I love that song. The melody is beautiful and would be playing in my head were it not for whatever is playing on the radio and distracting me (I know the song, I just can’t think of its name – “Angel Eyes” perhaps? – and I couldn’t tell you who sings it for the life of me). The comparisons she draws between farming and writing are obvious, yet they’d never occurred to me before (despite having grown up in America’s breadbasket, where I still currently live). Her words struck a particular chord with me as I’ve been dealing with quite a lot of guilt lately concerning a variety of tasks that seem to go undone despite my best intentions to accomplish them. To everything there is a season (turn, turn, turn)…
First things first – I read an awesome article on msnbc.com about the possibility of building a spaceship like the USS Enterprise from Star Trek with today’s technology. Serious. Cool. There were a number of other interesting links at the end of the article, as well as a link to BuildTheEnterprise.org, the project’s homepage. This is so many shades of awesome that I don’t even know where to start. Seymour shared this with me last night and we were both as giddy as could be. The geek is strong with us. 🙂
That’s right, I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award! It’s actually the second time I’ve been nominated. I kinda forgot about it the first time, though, which is weird because it was the first time in the nearly five years I’ve been blogging that I’d ever been nominated for an award like this.
Anyway, the lovely S.Z.W.ordsmith was kind enough to nominate me (thank you!) – evidently my poetry makes her smile. That makes me smile, because I do so love to make others happy. The rules say I have to say seven things about myself and nominate fifteen others for the award, so here goes! For deets and a list of good reads, follow me!
So I entered the text of my story into I Write Like the other day. Evidently I write like Charles Dickens. I find that flattering, because Dickens was a genius, but I really don’t think I write like him. Then again, I do love the classics… 🙂
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My book list, to be updated regularly (I hope):
Books I’m currently reading:
Books I’ve finished:
If you don’t follow S.Z.W.ordsmith, you really should. This week’s posts have all been about her trip to the L.A. Times Festival of Books and her most recent post is about a panel she attended where Judy Blume spoke. What childhood would be complete without reading the Fudge books? Reading this post made me want to reread those books and more, especially since the only thing I really remember about them is that they were great books. Same goes for Beverly Cleary’s Ramona books (although I do remember a question about a dawnzer that struck me as particularly funny).
Suddenly they all died. The end. 