The Month That Got Away From Me

So, yeah, I didn't get everything done writing-wise that I had hoped or planned to do. I few things have put me off my game a bit. Some of them good, like getting a teaching job and someone very dear getting their own place & helping them move. But then there was the no good, very bad that was the stomach bug I caught that had me spewing red, white and eww for a few days. And the taking of a family member to the ER and urgent care didn't help with the time management either. But I'm hoping for a more productive and calm August that will also allow me to catch up. Hang in there, I love ya'll like chicken and more than my luggage.

Happy July Update!

So, as promised, here is all the stuff going on with my other web writing activity.

More poems have been moved from here to their happy home to their homestead on the website. And I am happy to report they are getting along well with the others. Here are the links for them.

• Definition of a Child
• Something Dies Inside Me 
• Somewhere Along the Charade 
• The Parting

  And I have had four more essays promoted to LetterPile.com. This now make ten total. Woot!

• Revolution, Inquisition, and Monks: Gothic in the Late 18th Century 
• Elements of a Story: Examining Barrel Fever 
• Gatsby, Hemingway, and Howl: The Influence of The Waste Land
• Three Important Points of Magazine Writing

Also, on June 23th, HubPages awarded moi with the Engaging Writer Accolade. I'm pretty stoked about it.


More good things are a comin', so hang tight.

Just as soon as I can get the cat to stop laying on my writing materials! 😁

What...it's July Already?

So I just noticed that I kinda neglected the ol' blog here overall for about six weeks. This is not to say I haven't been doing stuff in the writing realm. Oh, quite the contrary. To paraphrase Bill & Ted, exciting things are afoot at the homestead K.

Things are happening over at HubPages/LetterPile (to be covered in another post), poetry is being put up on the website (to be covered in another post), and I am going through my writer's reflections from my writing workshops to post here. I thought it might be fun to share and look back on how I felt about my writing and myself at certain periods over my four year journey of higher education.

(Side Note: if ya'll want to peak at the stuff "to be covered in another post," you could hop, skip and jump over to the aforementioned sites before then. The links are listed below the "Commenting Rules." Just sayin'.)

I am also working on a new piece for the blog. I though it would be about 500 words and ready for prime time last month. Such is not the case. It has grown to be longer than originally thought, and therefore taking more time. Such are the best laid plans of mice and (wo)men. But it's coming along nicely and totally worth the extra time and effort. I hope to have it up before the month is over.

So, I'm gonna get back to work now. Until then, here's a picture of my cat to hold you over.

So cute, don't ya think?

Author Quotes about Writing

Hat tip to iknowdreamer.wordpress.com for this wonderful pic.

A Long Lost Rant from 2015

Here's something that I wrote back in June 2015.  I found it recently as I have been looking through my saved writings and felt that, given the current political climate, it is just as relevant today as it was then.

When did it become okay to be uneducated? When did it become the norm, the preferred state of existence here in the United States? When did it become the desired status to not look beyond the borders of your own state, your own town, or even your own neighborhood? Why are the loudest voices in the room screaming at the top of their lungs about the small issues, and relegate to lunacy anyone who wants to look at the bigger picture?

I remember when I was attending high school in Alexandria, LA (Go Trojans!) in my World Geography class. It was mostly Sophomores, but Juniors and Seniors were in attendance as well. Our teacher decided to perform a simple poll of the class during the first week. It was to see the demographic of the travel the students had done to that point in their lives. We all started out by raising out hands, and we were to put it down as the teacher would expand the range of the geographical area based on the limit of our travels. For fun, he started out with our homes, as it was pretty obvious we all had as we were all at school. When he got to all that had left the town, a third of the class’s hands went down.  At left the state, less than half the hands were still up. When it was down to left the country, I was one of the two hands that was still up. I put mine down when we got to the next and final question, have you been outside the continent. (My fellow international traveler had. My excursion beyond our borders was to Canada.)

Here I am, thirty some years out from that moment. And it still resonates with me. As I view it with my seasoned middle-aged eyes, I can see this as the beginning of where we are today.

Somehow, we have gotten to the point where truth and facts are only as good as the person who says them. Really? Last time I checked, truth is truth and fact is fact. Should it matter who says it? So, here is part of a commencement speech given to the class of Spring 2015,

“Along with the evidence of common sense, researchers have proven scientifically that humans are all one people. We’re a lot like dogs in that regard. If a Great Dane interacts (can we say interact?) with a Chihuahua, you get a dog. They’re all of the same species. Same with us. The color of our ancestors’ skin and ultimately my skin and your skin is a consequence of ultraviolet light, of latitude and climate. Despite our recent sad conflicts here in the U.S., there really is no such thing as race. We are one species — each of us much, much more alike than different. We all come from Africa. We all are of the same stardust. We are all going to live and die on the same planet, a Pale Blue Dot in the vastness of space. We have to work together.”

Powerful word, are they not? So, if I told you that they were spoken by Bill Nye, an engineer and scientist, do they lose meaning due to the speaker? Well, in posting this on my Facebook page, mainly in response to the Charleston, SC shooting, I was informed, via comment to the post, that they lost depth and humility because they were.  The comment was even getting likes. When I was past the initial stage of wanting to respond in a rash manner and allowing myself to return to a rational state of mind (looking at cute and funny animal pics helps) I wrote a response. Now, in the spirit of full disclosure, I normally would blow off something like this. But I felt I could not ignore this. This type of thinking is dangerous to intelligent thought and debate. Here is my response. “When the words are true, when a fact is a fact, does it really matter who said it? Whether this is said by Bill Nye, the Dali Lama, a scholar or my cat, the fact that we are a carbon based life form and carbon comes from dead stars is humbling to me.”

A Housekeeping & News Update for May

Not too much to say. Just wanted to let you know that three more of my poems have been moved from here to the website.

• The House I Built
• Our Struggle
• A Girl & A Boy

I have also had three more of my essays promoted to LetterPile. Here are the links.

Weep Not, Child: Through the Eyes of Postcolonialism Exploring Dream Country: Literary Critique of Neil Gaiman's Sandman Of Class and Gender, Clara Reeve’s The Old English Baron

So, that is all I have for now. TTFN!

The LetterPile Hat Trick

So for the last couple of months, I've been going through my essays, re-reading them, tweaking them where necessary, and started posting them on Hubpages. (It will probably take a few more months to post all the existing ones.) Well, in the past few weeks, some of those essays have been deemed sparkly and magnificent enough to be featured on LetterPile. So, here they are...

• Janie Crawford and Eatonville: Turn of the Century Pioneers  
• Dare to Scare: The Origins of Gothic Literature 
• Borowski’s Portrayal in Dehumanization

 

If you're feeling up to checking them out, just click on the links. If you are a member of Hubpages, feel free to leave a comment. If you are not a member, you may comment here, as an open post for the essays.

On Commenting on Essays:

I do ask that you are respectful in doing so, whether you agree with me or not. I am very much a supporter of free speech. I like to hear both sides and love a true debate of ideas.

Having said that, comments that are just there solely for the purpose of trolling will be, in the wise words of Jim Wright, sent out the airlock. Yes, I do moderate. Why, two reasons.

1. When I said respectful debate, I meant it. "You suck." and it's ilk are not helpful nor promoting a meaningful discussion by any means. All my essays have been researched with sources sited. I did the work, I expect you to do so as well.
2. It's my blog. I know the argument is totally weak and right up there with "Because I said so," but it is also true.