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W.O.W. – Week # 5 (Charity/Cherish)

W.O.W. 4 & 5: Charity & Cherish

Since I (technically) did not post a Word of the Week last week, this post will serve as both last week’s and this week’s W.O.W’s.  It is actually kind of perfect because these words complement each other and both have played an important role in my life.  I was a little excited about working on these words due to that influence.

I do not talk about religion much.  It tends to ignite religious debates.  I despise religious debates. NO ONE is “right” or “wrong”.  Religion offers humanity a sense of community and that is a good thing.  I am not currently a religious person based on the purest definition of “religion”; I am a spiritual person, and I do believe there is a difference.  Of course, everyone is entitled to their opinion as to the differences and similarities between “religious” and “spiritual”.  Obviously, I am not looking for a debate.  I have an intense spiritual history that has shaped my beliefs and I continue to learn each day.

I don’t really like to get into my religious past.  I am not sure how many of you are familiar with what Pentecostalism is.  To be Pentecostal is to live within a subculture quite different from the general American public.  If you’re not familiar with it, I recommend researching the Pentecostal faith.  If anything it will certainly offer you a lesson in religious and cultural diversity.  This week I draw from this part of my personal history.

I went to seminary after high school. I spent three semesters studying spirituality, theology – all that jazz.  One of my favorite classes was simply a study of the Bible. I was intrigued by the original Hebrew and Greek languages and how they were translated into the current-day translations (all 17 kabillion of them). Even if you don’t believe the Bible is the word of God (not that I am taking a stance on that), you have to admit the Bible is fascinating, and I ate it up!  My favorite books of the Bible were written by the Apostle Paul. His letters to the Corinthians were passionate and descriptive. That’s why I like them.  My favorite verse is I Corinthians 13:13, which brings me to W.O.W. #4, charity.

CHARITY (noun)

Pronunciation: ˈcher-ə-tē

I’ll eventually get to the modern, scholastic version of charity but for now I’ll focus on what I was taught about charity.  The King James Bible (authorized Cambridge version) says, “Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.  Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.  For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.  When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.  For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.  And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.” (I Corinthians 13:4-13)

For those of you unfamiliar with the origins of biblical works, the New Testament (the portion of the Bible in which the Corinthian letters reside) was originally written in Greek. The Old Testament was written in Hebrew.  There are those who may argue differently. I am only imparting what I have learned through what I was taught and my own research.  I personally believe this to be true. That said, just as an English word can have more than one meaning depending on the context, such is so with most other languages, including Greek.  In the referenced verses, Charity is derived from the original Greek word αγαπη (agape), meaning “love”.  More modern translations of the Bible have actually replaced “charity” with “love” in many verses, particularly in I Corinthians 13.  These verses are teaching us how to love, not only to love a mate but how to love each other – humanity.  It’s a lesson in kindness, compassion, and tolerance.  Even though I do not necessarily believe the Bible is an exact blueprint for how we should live our lives or how we should seek “salvation”, I do believe it is an excellent source of wisdom for how we should treat each other.  It’s an excellent way to learn from the mistakes of ancient characters, and I believe we should consider heeding their advice.  So many people hear the word charity and automatically think of institutions; dropping money in red kettles outside the supermarket during the holidays.  I am hoping to make people understand it is so much more than that.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines charity as “benevolent goodwill toward or love of humanity; generosity and helpfulness especially toward the needy or suffering; also: aid given to those in need; an institution engaged in relief of the poor; public provision for the relief of the needy; a gift for public benevolent purposes; an institution (as a hospital) founded by such a gift; lenient judgment of others.”  I especially love that the modern-day definition of charity still clings to that biblical definition in some ways – a love for humanity, and “lenient judgment of others”.  I am thrilled that my research revealed that someone still defines charity as something more than donating money or energy toward a cause.  Charity is truly about loving people and showing compassion. It’s an intangible, emotional response between humans – not just the poor or sick.  It’s also leniency given to those we might usually judge harshly and forgiveness for someone who may not deserve it.  It’s a test of our humanity.

Origin of CHARITY

Merriam-Webster says the modern word charity comes from the “Middle English word charite, from Anglo-French charité, from Late Latin caritat-, caritas Christian love, from Latin, dearness, from carus dear; akin to Old Irish carae friend, Sanskrit kāma love.”  It claims the first known use was in the 13th century.

CHERISH (transitive verb)

Pronunciation: \ˈcher-ish, ˈche-rish\

Charity is a kind of love that can honestly be shared with anyone, a complete stranger or the one person you love most on Earth.  Cherishing a person is far more intense.  “To cherish something is to care for it deeply, to treasure it” (Collins English Dictionary). Cherishing someone is more than showing them charity and it’s more than simply loving them.  It’s an attachment, a need, and it’s more than an emotion shared between humans.  It’s an emotional attachment to a person or thing. People tend to cherish things. As an American, I think we put a lot of value in our possessions, and while you can’t show charity to an inanimate object, you can certainly cherish it. The Collins English Dictionary goes on to say, “The verb cherish is related to words that mean ‘costly’ and ‘beloved’. When people really value something, often because they feel emotionally connected to it, they cherish it. Generally, people don’t cherish things just because they cost money; they cherish experiences that matter to them.”

Origins of Cherish

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary says cherish comes from the Middle English word cherisshen, from the Anglo-French cheriss (a stem of cherir or cher meaning “dear”); In Latin, carus.

My two cents:

I try intensely not to place too much value in stuff, but I am only human.  Today I found something I thought I had lost forever and I almost cried.  I wasn’t looking in a mirror, but when I found it at the bottom of a long-ignored box in my storage room, I think my neighbors may have seen the glint of my smile through my apartment windows…  I spent more than half my life (thus far) living with my grandmother.  I was living with her when she became sick last Winter with pancreatic cancer.  She died six short weeks later and I was there to watch her struggle to take her last 23 breaths.  When I married my ex-husband my grandmother gave me a homemade copy of all her recipes.  She had photocopied all of her favorite recipes (many of them in her own handwriting) and had the copies spiral bound.  She originally wrote a note in the front of it to me on my wedding day. After my divorce she tore the note out and promised to write me a new one.  She never got that chance, but that cookbook is probably my most precious, cherished possession.  When she died, I had about two days to move out of her house.  I had several friends and family helping me move, but you know what they say about too many cooks in the kitchen.  Somehow, I lost several of my things in the moving process – some knives from the kitchen, part of an antique wooden shelf my mother gave me, but the biggest “loss” was my grandmother’s cookbook. I cried for days over it.  Today I was unpacking a box of books that had been in a hutch at my grandmother’s.  The cookbook had been kept in a cubby above the stove. I never dreamed it would be in a box with my Nicholas Sparks collection and a copy of Ovid’s “Metamorphoses”.  For the first time since my grandma passed, I was able to touch something that reminded me of her and not cry. I gleamed!

I honestly don’ t have too many “things” I would say I cherish, but I do have some people, many people, I cherish deeply.  If you have a big enough heart, there’s room to build deep, meaningful relationships with the people in your life.  It’s your job to decide who deserves a piece of you and to share of yourself as freely or sparingly as you can and make room when possible.  I am so very thankful for my friends and family. I would start to list names but this post is already long enough and it’s not like you would know who they are anyway.  I just hope that I have cherished them enough that they know how much I love and appreciate them and how thankful I am to share my life with them.

Resources:

“Charity.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 24 Aug. 2013. <http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/charity&gt;.

Cherish. (n.d.). Collins English Dictionary – Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. Retrieved August 24, 2013, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/cherish

“Cherish.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 24 Aug. 2013. <http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/cherish>.

EARLIER POST (8/24/13):

I am in the process of working on this week’s Word of the Week (W.O.W.).  I chose two words for this week as I did not post last week due to some illness and other complications which completely dominated my life.  I am still recovering from an injury that happened at work. (I had no idea how complicated these things could be, even though I WORK in a neurology/pain clinic and we see worker’s compensation cases every day).  I have an impinged nerve somewhere between my neck and my right wrist, causing wide-spread pain in my neck, shoulder, and arm.  This makes working, driving, and typing difficult at times.

J.T. and I are working on moving in together, also contributing to my time management issues.  Moving has proven a much more complicated process than either of us anticipated.  We each live in separate one-bedroom apartments and we each have a cat.  Combining two apartments into one is hard enough, but since he is moving out of an apartment where he has lived for at least six years, there is much more packing and cleaning than we could ever have dreamed up. I am also incredibly anxious about introducing Libby and Sasha.  They’re both incredibly spoiled and slightly agoraphobic. (I’m not exactly assured this well go well.)

As for the word(s) of the week, I have already completed most of my research. I have a biblical reference I am still looking into and I want to work on some content before I finish up formatting/editing. It will likely be tomorrow before I am ready to publish.  As noted in the title, I chose the words charity and cherish.  I also mentioned last week that I would likely use these words either this week or in the future.  These are words that have had deep meaning for me and have played an important role in my life.  They have shaped parts of my life and I would like to share some of that with my audience (as small as it may be).  My hope is to allow these words to impact my readers in a way similar to how they have impacted me.

I’ll return tomorrow to publish the final result.

Much love & many blessings…

Crystal

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W. O. W. #2 In Progress – “Epitaph”

This needs serious editing but there was some kind of glitch with the website when I tried to preview my post before I published it and it deleted all my changes.  Here’s the rough copy…

Intro –

Last week’s Word of the Week (W.O.W.) was “brevity”.  The brevity of human life is a topic of discussion in many forums.  This week’s “epitaph” seemed like a natural progression.  Christopher Crisp (2008) defines “epitaph” as such: “Epitaphs provide a short definition of a person’s life” (para.1). Though simple, this explains exactly what an epitaph is.  Some epitaphs are clichés, others more original.  An epitaph is what is written on one’s tombstone when they die, how someone might sum up your life at your funeral, or what people may think or say about you when you’re gone.  What would your epitaph be?  That’s something to think about…  I chose “epitaph” as this week’s W.O.W. because I have seen a lot of death in my life, more than most I think…

 

My mother has worked in a nursing home my entire life.  I spent a huge chunk of my childhood in that nursing home, because for a large portion of my childhood my mother was single and could not afford childcare.  I played Dominos, checkers, and cards and sometimes put puzzles together with some of the residents.  I would visit them in their rooms or hand them their little water cups when my mother (a nurse) would give them their pills.

 

The problem with spending so much time with people in a nursing home is I have out-lived almost all of them.  I can’t tell you how many funerals I have attended for my mother’s residents.  Some of them had families; some didn’t.  I’ve waited in long lines to bid them goodbye, but I have also sat in a room with my mother and a handful of other nursing home employees to honor their lives.  Those funerals are always the saddest ones, and there is usually no eulogy or “service”, just a few well-wishers trying to honor someone who out-lived anyone else who ever cared.  What would you say at the funeral of someone you barely knew?

 

I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember this man died who had a partner (girlfriend) in the nursing home.  We’ll call them Arty and Eva. Both of them had been seriously disabled for as long as I had known them.  I remember how heartbreaking it was to watch two employees lift Eva’s tiny body from her wheelchair and perch her up next to Arty’s casket.  Tears poured from her eyes but she had never been able to speak well.  No discernible words came from her lips, just sounds, and I remember wanting to know what she was saying.  I have no doubt she would have given Arty a beautiful eulogy if she could have. What was his epitaph?  Eva had been the one person he had ever shared his soul with and she couldn’t share it at his passing, but the air was certainly thick with grief and love.  The sound of her heart breaking was Arty’s epitaph.

 

Definition of Epitaph

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary (2013) defines epitaph as “an inscription on or at a tomb or a grave in memory of the one buried there; a brief statement commemorating or epitomizing a deceased person or something past” (para.1-2).  It goes on to describe it as such:

 

Inscription in verse or prose on a tomb, or, by extension, anything written as if to be inscribed on a tomb. Probably the earliest surviving epitaphs are those written on ancient Egyptian sarcophagi and coffins. Ancient Greek examples are often of literary interest. In Elizabethan times epitaphs began to assume a more literary character. Many of the best known are literary memorials (often deliberately witty) not intended for a tomb (para. 6).

Origins of Epitaph

The first known use of the word “epitaph” was during the 14th century.  It comes from the Greek epitaphion or epi + taphos (tomb + funeral).

 

My Two Cents

Over the last 18 years I have lost a lot of people I care about.  It started with my Grandpa Simmons. He helped raise me until I was about 12 years old.  He died right after school started my freshman year of high school. It was the first death to seriously impact my life that I can remember.  About a year and half later my step-dad’s father died.  A few months later my maternal grandfather died on my 16th birthday.  Six years later my husband’s grandmother, great uncle, and great aunt died.  You can think it may not impact me as much as my ex-husband and you would be right, but I was extremely close with most of his family.  My great uncle died about a year or two before my great aunt.  She died five years ago and my ex-husband’s other great uncle followed shortly after.  Just before our divorce, he also lost a cousin who was my age.  Tragedy struck last September when my ex and his mother were in a bad accident. She was crushed inside the car and he was thrown from it.  (He is still paralyzed, tragically.)

 

I was incredibly close to my ex-mother-in-law.  Sometimes I felt closer to her than my own mother.  When she passed, there was not a single soul on Earth who could say a sour word about her.  She was the most giving, loving, selfless person I have ever known.  It left a huge hole in my heart after she was gone.  I miss her every day.  A day or so after she died, I wrote a poem.  For me, it was her epitaph.  I suppose there were others who could have said something different from what I said.  No one person has only one epitaph.  Each person means something different to each person they know.  I suppose it is the most popular opinion that endures.  Of course, everyone had a pretty good opinion of her.  (If you would like to read the poem I have copied it at the bottom of this post.)

 

About seven months ago I lost my grandmother.  I was living with her at the time.  She was not only my father’s mother.  She was a saint.  She raised me when no one else could (or would), and every time I needed help, she was the only person I knew I could always turn to.  I loved her immensely, deeply.  I would have given my life to have given her more time in this world.  She was only 69 years old.  She had pancreatic cancer and we didn’t know it until it was too late.  I have seen a lot of death, lost a lot of people I loved, but this was the greatest loss of my life.  The sting is still fresh, the void is still deep, and the pain still real.  The pain is more than I can bear some days.  Every time I have suffered extreme pain, especially when I have lost a loved one, I have found solace in my writing.  I write poems (like the one below), or short stories like the one I wrote when my friend’s father died.  Something was different when my grandmother died.  I couldn’t write. I was incapable of writing anything about her, to honor her, to grieve for her.  To this day I have yet to write anything for my grandmother.  It disturbs me greatly.  All I can do is pray and hope that someday my broken heart will allow me to write for her the way I have for others…

 

My research for this week has directed me to some unexpected reading.  I can’t tell you how many epitaphs I have read, about people I have never met, written by people I will never meet.  It was both interesting and inspiring to see what people say about others after they are gone.  It made me think, “If I died tomorrow, what would my epitaph be?”  I am not so sure I am ready to know…

 

I call this “B.I.G.”…

 

Way up over yonder,

 Above the sky of blue

 Is a big ol’ cabin & a farm

 Where the owner waits for me & you.

 

 

To get to her farm

 We can’t go by plane or bus

 But she made sure it was just big enough

 For every one of us.

 

 

There’s meatloaf in the oven

 And chicken on the stove.

 She’s cookin’ somethin’ for each of us

 ‘Cause that’s how she shows her love.

 

 

She stirs the homemade noodles,

 Pepsi can in hand.

 And hums along to Lynard Skynard

 And the Charlie Daniels Band.

 

 

There ain’t no invitation.

 Anyone can come.

 Arrive early or late, doesn’t matter.

 She welcomes everyone.

 

 

She’ll bend over backwards

 For anyone in need.

 She’ll pick you up when you fall,

Kiss your boo-boo’s, & bandage skinned knees.

 

 

She’ll be a mother, grandma,or friend

When you feel like you have none.

And she’ll offer forgiveness and a hug,

No matter what you’ve done.

 

 

Even all the critters

Call her “Momma” too –

Be it a cat, dog, goat,

or a pony named “Blue”.

 

 

Every now and then

She may get in your face.

And tell you to “cowgirl up”

Or put you in your place.

 

 

She always plays with the big dogs

And is tougher than most men.

Her motto: “Go big or go home”

And she did both in the end…

 

 

She was the most amazing woman

And so full of life.

It’s so easy to be angry

That she’s gone before her time.

 

 

But Boobie wouldn’t want us

To get depressed and cry

 Because she died doing what she loved

 With her son by her side.

 

 

Whether in a derby car or in life

 She never passed up a fight.

 But even though she was one tough cookie

Her bark was still worse than her bite.

 

 

She was stubborn as a mule

But sweet as she could be.

And now there is one amazing angel

Watching out for you and me.

 

 

In loving memory of Boobie I.Gray. 4/17/1961 – 9/23/2012. I love & miss you so much, Momma Boobie. Love, Crystal

 

Resources:

Crisp, C. (2008, Oct 23). Epitaphs provide a short definition of person’s life. The Dispatch. Retrieved from http://search.proquest.com/docview/435469618?accountid=458

“Epitaph.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 3 Aug. 2013. <http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/epitaph>.

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8/2/13

I am sitting in the lounge at my car dealer waiting for them to replace a damaged tire. In the meantime I thought I would let everyone know I AM working on this week’s Word of the Week. I haven’t already fallen off the wagon. It’s just been a busy week. I am still getting over the last remaining symptoms of shingles and yesterday I fell out of the dilapidated desk chair my boss refuses to replace and hurt my.. Everything! It hurts from wrist to skull, all the way up my right arm. God forbid he have any concern if I am OK. He is a neurologist and deals with work comp patients every day but I seriously doubt he has work comp insurance. Anyway…

I am going back and forth on this week’s Word of the Week. I liked “queer” at the beginning of the week because I was feeling brave and argumentative but I think I may save it for another week. I also like “hyperbole,” “epiphany,” & “epitaph”. I can’t decide which way to go and I haven’t received any feedback or suggestions so I will work it out and post tomorrow as promised.

I do ask for some forgiveness in advance. My boyfriend and I are celebrating our one-year anniversary tonight and have plans to spend some family time with my mom, sister, and nephew in the morning so my post may be brief. Now that’s practicing brevity! Haha!

8/3/13 Update:

I have decided to use “epitaph” as this wee’s word of the week.  I am just checking in before we make the drive to meet up with my family (while J.T. is in the shower-haha).  I still have to finish getting ready and my hand/wrist are really sore right now (from my fall on Thursday).  I have a feeling this week’s W.O.W. post will be quite brief if my hand keeps hurting.  It’s difficult to type when every muscle from my knuckles to my neck hurts.  I will be back later today to post my content.  I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. The weather here is a little overcast but I can’t complain. We’re in the low 80’s in AUGUST!!!  That’s fairly mild for Southern Illinois.   I’ll be back this evening! Enjoy your Saturday!

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Word of the Week #1 – Brevity

The Word of the Week for July 21-27 is Brevity

Blogging on Brevity:
I recently discovered one of my new favorite bloggers, Sophie Lizard.  (She actually gets PAID to blog – lucky girl!)  Her July 7th post was my inspiration for this week’s word of the week.  The entire post was about writing concisely, combining brevity and clarity to develop that perfect pithiness that readers crave – meaningful but brief content.  This is definitely an area where I struggle (obviously) but I am working on it.  The information in Sophie’s post is invaluable to any writer, not just bloggers.  (By the way, Sophie’s blog is sited in my resources. If you don’t already, you should consider following her blog. I highly recommend it.)

I have really enjoyed doing the research for my first Word of the Week.  Brevity, to me, is more than briefness.  Exercising brevity in one’s written work means intentionally keeping it simple and getting the point across without sacrificing content.  I am a work in progress and have yet to master this concept but I am excited at the thought of trying!

BREVITY
Pronunciation: brev·i·ty [brev-i-tee]
Definition of Brevity:
Dictionary.com (2013) defines Brevity as follows:
noun
1.shortness of time or duration; briefness: the brevity of human life.
2.the quality of expressing much in few words; terseness: Brevity is the soul of wit.
This was my favorite of all the definitions I found because it quotes Shakespeare’s Hamlet, “Brevity is the soul of wit”.  I could easily get off on a tangent about why that statement is so true, why brevity is necessary for wit and visa-verse but I think I’ll save that for another day (read Sophie’s blog!)…

Dictionary.com also lists several synonyms. I don’t mean to insult anyone’s intelligence, but I feel I should revisit middle school English here, just in case.  (You never know who your audience may be.) I feel it’s important to consider language barriers, age, etc. A synonym is a word having either the same or close to the same meaning as another word.
Synonyms for brevity:  compactness, succinctness, pithiness

I especially like the word pithy.  Pithy (or pithiness) also implies briefness but includes a special meaningful quality, substance, or forcefulness.

Origins of Brevity:  The Oxford Dictionary (2013) credits the origin of brevityto the 15th Century Old French word brievete, meaning “brief”.  I found blog sites that argued the origins were Greek, but Greek is widely accepted as a sister language to Latin.  The Latin words bravitas or brevis also mean brief.  Since the “other sources” I found couldn’t provide any substantial evidence of Greek or Latin origins, I am inclined to believe The Oxford Dictionary in that the origins of the word are from the Old French.  My guess, as uneducated as it may be, is there was no real word for Brevity in the ancient languages (Latin, Greek, etc.) and perhaps the French invented it, stemming from the word for brief – be it Latin, Greek, French, or otherwise.

If anyone wants to suggest a word for a future Word of the Week, please feel free to leave a comment.  I am open to suggestions and keep a list.

Resources:
Brevity. (n.d.). Dictionary.com Unabridged. Retrieved July 23, 2013, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/brevity

Brevity. (2013). Oxford Dictionary. Retrieved from http://oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/brevity

Lizard, S. (2013). All Killer, No Filler: 6 Simple Tips for Concise Writing. Retrieved from http://beafreelanceblogger.com/how-to-write-concisely/

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Introducing Word of the Week

As part of my new blogging venture I am trying something new.  It is mostly for my own benefit but I hope that it will also benefit my readers. (I am officially up to 3 readers – yay!)  I want to share a new word every week.  I will research its meaning(s) and origin, share other sources on the subject, and hopefully write an entry focused on the use of the word or its meaning.  After all, a blog called What Are Words For? should seek out the purpose of words, how we use them, why we use them, etc.

I will likely post my “Word of the Week” articles on Saturdays, since that’s when I seem to have the most time; However, please don’t hold me to that commitment.  As this is a new blog, it’s easy for me to believe I will keep up on a weekly basis.  I would LIKE to believe it for myself, but sometimes things come up and I am well aware of my humanity. I embrace my inconsistencies.  Right now I am off work, and have been since Friday afternoon (the last 4 1/2 days if you’re counting) because I am battling a case of the Shingles – ON MY FACE (damn chicken pox).  I have a ton of time on my hands, can’t really stand to be out in the sun, and I get bored easily, so right now it’s easy.  To make promises of weekly posts chalked full of worthwhile information may be stretching it a bit. I am not really sure at this point, so please accept my apologies in advance if I post too early, too late, or not at all.  It’s not that I believe ANYONE would agonize in waiting for my next post.  This isn’t exactly nail-biting material, but I try very hard to be a woman of my word. Now that I have the preliminary disclaimers out of the way…

The Word of the Week for July 21-27 is Brevity

I encourage you to look it up, research it for yourself, and come back here this weekend to see what I have found.  I would also love to hear your thoughts and suggestions in the comments!  I may not reply right away, but I will try very hard to keep up with comments/messages.  Happy word hunting!

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Meeting a Challenge

I was a little unsure of where to begin for my first post, not because I have nothing to write.  It would be ridiculous to start a blog if I had nothing to write, but I just have so much I would like to write about that I was not sure where to begin. I decided to enforce the most important practice I learned in Business School – K.I.S.S (Keep It Simple, Stupid)…

“The Daily Post at WordPress” has posted a weekly writing challenge called “A Pinch of You”.  It is a creative writing challenge.  The idea is to create a recipe that is the essence of oneself, what makes you you.  I needed to get some content up soon so I decided to take on this challenge and use it as my first blog entry.  I thought it would give my potential readers (since I am certain I don’t have any yet) a glimpse into the realm that is “The Crystal Palace”. (By the way, that nickname will certainly come up in future posts so I will try to explain it at some point.)

INGREDIENTS:

CRUST…

1 Root of crazy – finely ground

2 tsp. Ground ginger (for a little spice)

1 Copy of the sheet music for the choral version of Billy Joel’s “And So It Goes”

1 Copy of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”

1/2 C. of Barbie doll hair

2 tsp. Broken heart

FILLING…

2 C. course, crystallized sugar

1 Belly Dance/Zumba hip scarf

3-month supply of Bee Fertile

1 Kevlar vest

1 Jar Royal Jelly

500 doses of Benadryl

1 Bottle Acetometaphine

1 Package AA Batteries

1/3 C. Malibu rum

1 Pair lace, animal print panties (preferably leopard)

1/2 C. regret

TOPPING…

At least 6 tattoos

1 Tube BB Cream

1 Bottle pink shellac

4 Tbsp. Hope

DIRECTIONS:

  1. Mix crust ingredients in a spittoon until thick dough forms
  2. Press firmly into an upside down cowboy hat
  3. Bake at one degree hotter than Hell
  4. Whisk filling ingredients together in a sand bucket
  5. Pour into cooled crust
  6. Freeze for two hours
  7. Ice with BB cream
  8. Sprinkle with hope
  9. Decorate with shellac and tattoos to taste

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July 22, 2013 · 8:00 PM