If you care to share, either post a link to your story in the comments, or post the whole story.
I can’t wait to see what you write!
If you missed the Summer Reading Program at Baker Book House, fear not. You needn’t miss the comics that were featured in each weeks’ activity page.
Click each image to enlarge the comics, because they are way too small otherwise. Enjoy!
And if you wanted some activities to do, you can follow this link, 2013_baker_summer_reading_program_activities.
You may have seen some announcements go out on Facebook or maybe you noticed my re-blog of the event schedule. Or maybe you have no idea what I’m talking about. In any case, you are reading this now and soon will have no excuses for ignorance. Sorry about that. Excuses for ignorance can be great things indeed.
Here’s the deal with Jot. It is a free writer’s mini-conference, which makes it considerably less expensive than every other writer’s conference out there. Heck, it’s even cheaper than the pony rides at the grocery store. Jot is a one-night event, featuring five short sessions of guidance and encouragement for writers of all kinds. Our speakers represent the gamut of writing genres. Matthew Landrum is a poetry editor. Bob Evenhouse writes long-form fantasy fiction. Jessie Clemence just published a non-fiction book on parenting. Sam Carbaugh is an accomplished illustrator and works with comic books. There’s even going to be a panel discussion on writer’s groups. And I get to emcee the whole evening.
It’s going to be a great time. If you are within driving distance of Grand Rapids, MI, you should come to Jot. It’s being held again at the beautifully renovated Baker Book House, 2768 E Paris Ave. SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546, on Friday, September 13th from 7 to 11pm.
I really hope to see you there. Also, you should consider signing up for the Jot blog. There may just be some advantageous coupons for coffee lovers featured there real soon.
My laptop died. Feel free to weep accordingly.
And even though the title of this post is “Blue Screen of Death”, I never even got the Blue Screen. I got the “White Screen Slowly Fading to Black in the Center and then the Corners”.
So I’ve lost some things. Like entire stories, books, and ideas.
At the moment, the offending piece of equipment is sitting at home gathering dust. The guy at the PC repair place tells me that the problem is with the motherboard and that it won’t be fixable, but the hard drive should still be in tact. Which means that my data, my stories, books, and ideas, are safe in there. I just can’t get to them right now.
I once read that our own memories work a bit like that. That the majority of our memories, especially the ones we recall most often, don’t reflect the reality of how things actually were. That the process of remembering itself changes the memory. Distorts it. By having access to our memories, we risk ruining them.
The only memories that are truly safe are the ones locked away in the brains of amnesiacs, who cannot recall them at all.
Of course, memories are pretty useless when you can’t get to them. Just like my laptop, at the moment.
Fortunately, new laptops only cost a few hundred dollars. Retrieving memories from a broken brain is a lot more expensive, I’m sure.
And while I’ve just put a silver lining on the death of my laptop, it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have an extra few hundred dollars laying around for a new laptop. Ah well. For now, I’ll just remember the good old days when I did have one.
More to come on Thursday, but the schedule is up at the main Jot site. If you have no idea what this is, it’s a FREE writer’s mini-conference happening in Grand Rapids, MI. Check it out!
September 13th 2013 – Baker Book House, 7pm
Welcome and Opening – Josh Mosey (5 minutes)
Session 1: Submitting to Literary Journals: An Editor’s Perspective – Matt Landrum (15 minutes)
Session 2: After Grammar: The Meat of Fiction – Bob Evenhouse (15 minutes)
Session 3: Interview with Author, Jessie Clemence (20 minutes)
Jessie is the author of There’s a Green Plastic Monkey in My Purse: And Other Ways Motherhood Changes Us
Session 4: What Every Writer Can Learn from Comic Books – Sam Carbaugh (15 minutes)
Session 5: Panel Discussion – How Do You Form and Sustain a Writers Group – Weaklings (20 minutes)
Writing Time to Follow
Vacations are over too soon.
Last week, I got to spend the entire week with my family. It was beautiful.
We cleaned the house better than it has been cleaned in a while. I power mopped our faux-wood floors while my wife scrubbed dog drool off the baseboards. We rented a carpet cleaner and went to town on our carpets and furniture. We daily cursed our dog’s habit of shedding and flinging drool everywhere. But in the end, our house was good enough to show professionally.
And we had fun. We took the girls to storytime at the library. My oldest got some great exposure to other kids her age (which she doesn’t normally get) and my youngest grooved along to the singing and dancing. We went to the zoo instead of the children’s museum (because it was about half the price), and we petted some goats and saw the bears being fed (the bears were not fed goats though, they keep most of the animals separate). My wife and I saw Iron Man 3 at the cheap theater. And we went to the mall for jeans and a carousel ride.
And now we are back to work. But that isn’t really a bad thing. My wife and I enjoy our jobs, and there is something to be said for going to bed earlier than 10:30pm, especially when the reason you are staying up late is to clean dog drool off of stuff.
But just for a minute, let us remember the stay-cation as it was, with a series of photos from the zoo.
My kids are unique.
My oldest is getting shy around people. She takes forever to eat a meal. She has red hair and, at times, the stereotypical temperament to match.
My youngest is daring (though she is still wary of strangers). She is a bottomless pit who cannot eat fast enough. She is easy-going (unless you take her toy or her favorite blanket).
And while these are the observations I make about them, my wife and I are careful not to share them too loudly with our girls. They are at that beautiful age where a parent’s word is beyond questioning. They trust us implicitly.
If my oldest hears me telling someone that she was afraid of the bears at the zoo (she wasn’t, she loved the bears, this is just an example), there is a good chance that at our next bear encounter, she will act afraid. If she hears me telling someone about how differently she and her sister approach food, she might place a greater importance on her eating habits (either thinking that she doesn’t eat enough or that she eats too much) than is healthy.
Even our compliments must fall under some scrutiny. If all we tell our children is that they are cute and adorable, they will likely believe that appearance is all that matters. And so, while we do tell them that they are cute (because they are), we also try to mix in how nice, kind, compassionate, smart, and hard-working they are as well.
At this time, possibly more than any other, we are telling them a story about themselves, one that they believe wholeheartedly. They will become the characters that we describe them to be. And so we must be careful how we describe them. Especially to themselves.
In the debated between boxers and briefs, I say “Depends.”
Like the adult diaper. Get it? I’m hilarious. No, I’m not. That was a hurtful thing to say about people who can’t even control their own bowels. See my video apology here.
I may or may not be fluent in Dwarfish.
Not High Dwarfish though, just Low Dwarfish. “What is the difference?” you ask. More grunting.
I mean, you guys are on Facebook too, right? You’ve seen the photos that people put on there of babies. Are you going to tell me that you haven’t had the same thought? There are some seriously messed-up looking babies out there.
P.S. If we are Facebook friends and you have recently posted baby photos, obviously I am not talking about you or your baby. Your baby is wonderful and beautiful and/or handsome. I’m talking about the other babies. You know the ones.
I horde emails.
It’s a problem. I have well over 1,000 unread emails just sitting there in my inbox, mocking me every time I am brave enough to log in to my email account. I think I’ve decided to stop calling it my inbox and start calling it my “unread email collection.”
The first thing I did upon arriving at my new job as assistant director of a camp in Montana was break the toilet.
True story. Sorry again, Dale. I’d like to blame the state of Nebraska. Traveling is never good on the bowels, but when a person has to travel the length of that God-forsaken wasteland, his insides revolt in unexpected ways. Mine waited until I stopped in Montana before they unleashed the porcelain-cracking fury that was my movement. Okay, no porcelain was cracked, but it did overflow a bit. After it was replaced, I used the broken one as a flower planter on my trailer’s porch. So, you know, I’m pretty fancy.
I see no reason to lie to my children about the names of body parts. So when my OD (oldest daughter) pointed to my chest and asked what the red circles were, I told her.
There are plenty of words out there that I don’t say around my kids because some things just don’t sound right coming out of a toddler’s mouth. But I never considered the ramifications of the “nipple” word.
My daughter was at my in-laws house when my wife’s sister was visiting. Auntie had just finished a workout when the OD started asking questions.
“Auntie’s tummy is sweaty?”
“Auntie’s skin is sweaty?”
“Auntie’s nipples are sweaty?”
That’s when we had to have a chat about how, even though everyone has them, nipples aren’t something we talk about. We’ve had to remind her to cool it a few times as the subject seems to keep popping up (pun intended).
Though, I’m thankful that her problem word is only “nipple.” At her age, due to a babysitter that I stopped seeing shortly after, I kept dropping the “GD” bomb.