Friday, January 11, 2013

Writing Prompt: Merriam-Webster word

Go to the Merriam-Webster word of the day web site ( http://www.merriam-webster.com/word-of-the-day/ ), and write a story based on that word.

Realia is the word for today 1/11/13

Realia: objects or activities used to relate classroom teaching to the real life especially of peoples studied
Read more at http://www.merriam-webster.com/word-of-the-day/#igdcQAiX8WqAMqrW.99


Joe stared inside the old cardboard box he held in his hands.  Strange pointed rocks covered the bottom.  His grandmother called them realia from an ancient world long gone from this world.

            Whatever they are, he thought, their smooth surface made them perfect for skipping across the creek.  After all, they're rocks.

            He picked one from the box and whipped it toward the water. It jumped three times.

            Beside, he thought, Grandmother in heaven. She doesn't need them anymore to remember Granddaddy by.  She's up there with him, no longer with me.  He whipped another one, it skipped five times. 

            Not here with me, he thought again, throw the next rock hard, "Ahhh" he yelled at it. "Stupid things anyway." He mumbled.

            Another one flew across the water.

            And another one.

            The last one in the box.

            He picked it up.

            "Joe," a woman called behind him.  He turned to stare at her, his grandparents' neighbor. "the woman from child service is here."

            He stared down at the last rock, red like the Alabama red clay beneath his feet. He whipped it across the water, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11, 12." he counted it's skips "and gone like them."

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My I Hope It's Not Boring ROW80 Wednesday Check In

Updated: I forgot to run spell check earlier sorry I hope it didn't scare anyone off.


I'm wondering how to write this so it doesn't sound like the report it is.

We all know report cards in school were boring.

This is my first Around the Words in 80 days. I started small my daily word goal was 100 words.  On Monday the day I signed up I wrote 300 words about 2nd grade, an imaginary friend, and angels. On Tuesday (Yesterday) I wrote zero words.

Today is a brand new day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice in it.
I'm house sitting so today I need to clean up, and pack up.  My friends are getting back tomorrow.
Write?
I hope I can write tonight after Coffee Club (where my friends and I discuss God and our lives over coffee and tea at the coffee shop.  I'm thinking about ordering a mocha frappe.  For some reason I am craving one)

Oh right I said I'd edit one page of my 2011 NaNoWriMo novel I finished in 2012.... I'm going to have to change that goal.  First I need to read it, and find all the big huge plot holes in it.  So my goal before Sunday's check in is to read "Feather" that a working title.

Yup it's about angels.  It's my theme right now as I write. Angels.

Thank you for taking the time to read my report.  Happy Writing to all the rest of the Row80 challengers.

Feel free to say hi and comment in the comment box below.

Annie Laurie

Monday, January 7, 2013

My ROW 80 Writing Challenge Goals.

I have been wondering what is this #Row80 I kept see on twitter in my writing friends tweets.
So I noticed it sign up time for this Row 80 this time around I google it.
It's a writing challenge for 80 days, but unlike NaNoWriMo you set your own writing goals.

Here a link for the main information post.

My goals for the next 80 days.

Write 100 words a day at least (if I easily reach this goal I'll set a bigger words goal later.) Right now I'm out of the habit of writing.

Post one Writing Prompt blog post a week.

Edit 1 page of my NaNoWriMo 2011 novel that I finished in 2012 so far titled "Feathers" which is taken but that way it's called a rough draft.  (again I could change that later)

These are my Around the words in 80 days goals.
Annie Laurie

Writing Prompt: You Wake Up, Road With No Memory.


Writing Prompt: You wake up by the side of the road lying next to a bicycle, with no memory and no wallet. What happens in the next hour?

            I opened my eyes, the world is blurry.   My hand moved to push my glasses back into place, but they're not there.

            I get down on my knees, the gravel cuts into my bare knees and my palms of my hands as I feel for my glasses.  I hope I find them. I think, the world one big mess without them.  Nose to the ground I can smell the dirt but don't see my glasses.

My head hit something, pain shot through my temple, and I fall back on my butt at the shock.

Looking up I see the big wheel of a bicycle spinning from the connect with my head.

Was I riding a bicycle? I asks myself, I haven't ridden a bike in years.... I think wait....

My mind goes crazy and my heart follow as I try to remember... anything.

The sound of tires cracking gravel make me look up to see a big blur of white coming my way.  The blurry door opens and someone steps out. "You ok?" a female voice asks. "Oh dear, your head is bleeding."

            "Joe, darling you think we need to take her to the ER or call 911?" she asked someone else.

There a grute reply.

"Come on Honey," said the woman.  She touched my back.

"I've lost my glasses."  I told her.

"Let's see" she said then silence. "I don't see them.  I'll help you to the car."

With her hand on my back she guide the way.  A sweet floral scent move with us.

Soon I'm in the back of an old van, it's smell of leather and rust.

            "Now, Honey, what's your name?"  the woman asked.

            Again my mind goes crazy trying to recall.

            "I don't know."

            She mumbles something ... not sure but I think she said "Those fools knocked the memory right out of her."

            "What was that" I asked?

            "Oh, nothing honey, just complaining about my joints."

            Something not right. I think.

            A cell phone ring.

            and rings

            and rings.

            "Are you going to answer that?" I asks.

            "No need, honey."

            I swallow as the phone's ring stops.

            Something not right for sure and I'm in the back of a van....

Friday, January 4, 2013

You Met Someone But They're Deaf Now What?

You met someone but they're deaf now what?
Well don't give up yet.

You can always grab paper and a pen and write down everything you want to say.

Here are some basic "rules" if you will.
  1. Look at the person and make sure they're looking at you. A person who's deaf or hard of hearing can read lips to a degree, but don't breath easy yet.  Some people who are deaf or hh can lips like a A+ student but others can't.  For me I can hear so I use what I hear and what I "read" to know what is being said.  Take one away and I'm lost in seconds. Oh and don't pull a Jim Carrey and use big movements you are making it impossible to read your lips when you do this.
  2. Speak up in a noisy area but don't shout this make reading lips harder and it's insulting.
  3. To get a deaf/hh person attention:
    • Tap them on the arm or shoulder. This won't bother them. They're think nothing of it. It's a normal way to get their attention.
    • Tap the table or hard surface where they sit.
    • Stomp your foot. (This will not get my attention, but I have gotten my friends' attention this way.)
    • Wave really big.  A person who's deaf or hh will notice the movement.
    • Yell Whoo (I want to laugh as I type this one.) Yell whoo? You asked with a shocked expression. Yes when this person is walking away or just won't look at you. I dare you. (I wonder if you have to be around people who are deaf to get this one, but really I dare you)
  4. If nothing else grab that paper and pen.
I hope this help if I left anything out please add in comments.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Poem: I'm Sorry

My guts wrenched with an unsure feeling,
I had done something,
Unintentionally
I stared at his face,
The words shock, hurt, and anger flew through my mind,
at his expression. Somehow,
I don't know how,
I hurt his feelings
I'm sorry.

Friday, December 28, 2012

My Answer: Writing Prompt #1 Yourself


Writing Prompt:

You're a character in a book, describe yourself in third person - your physical appearance and personality.

            A girl with dark brown hair and pink glasses walked into the college cafeteria.  She gave the cafeteria worker  a small smile as she scanned her meal card.  She searched the large room, when she didn't see her friends she moved to look in the sunroom area, full of windows and tall tables and chairs.

            There she found her friends, her hands moved in a strange pattern called American Sign Language when she spotted them.  Her long fingers moved to formed what he didn't know. Her friends greeted her in return with hand movements of their own.

            She grin as she claimed a chair with her jacket.

            The grin disappeared when she entered the crowded food area in the back of the cafeteria, where he stood but her green-blue hidden behind her glasses looked to see who's there.  When she spied his group she crossed her arms and avoided his and his friends' eyes as she tried to decide what to eat.

            In long strides she headed in their direction, but she stared straight ahead as she passed them he watched her walk to the pizza stand.

            But then she grinned again as another friend greeted her, this one didn't use hand movements but talked to her.  She leaned close to hear. They're laughed. Her face changed as she no longer hid her emotions. 

 

Ok not sure this was the assignment but there's what I came up with.

Annie Laurie Gray