Okay, here’s the thing. Ever since you were a kid you wanted to write a book.
You write that book and publish it.
BUT, the story just won’t quit and suddenly (or not so suddenly as you don’t write that fast) the one book morphs into four—never had you dreamed of writing a series, a sci-fi one at that.
Okay, that’s done. What next? A compilation of short, mostly humorous, bits.
And then? Another story, of course. Never had you dreamed of writing a mystery, but here it is.
BUT, this too, does not want to quit and a few months later you have a sequel.
You don’t think these two will become a trilogy or a series, but you never know for you’ve learned that it’s the story that has the control, not the author.
The challenge, should you choose to accept, is to write one of the stories holding its secrets behind this door (300 words maximum).
I’ll post your stories here and send you copies of my newest books — When the Sun was Mine and Whispers Under the Baobab (neither of which were found behind this door) — as a token of appreciation for your writing .
Please send your entries to email@example.com
Because a bridge is under construction and numerous tools were being stolen at night from the job site.
Put the tools in the boats and hang the boats from the crane.
Dragon Alley connects Fisgard and Herald streets. Originally, there were two passageways through buildings that Michael Hart constructed on each street in 1890. The Hart’s Fisgard Building replaced a wooden hut once owned by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts. The Hart’s Herald Building was constructed as a stable and carriage repair shop. In 1910, Quan Yuen Yen and Joe Gar Chow purchased both buildings, and in 1912 they built a three-section, two-storey lodging house between the two Hart buildings intersected by a north-south passageway that connected to the two walkways through the Hart buildings. This route through the three buildings is now known as Dragon Alley. In 2000-2001, Moore Paterson Architects of Victoria won architectural and heritage awards for their conversion of the derelict central Quan Yuen Yen building into updated live-work townhouses.
And this is what Dragon alley leads to now.
2 cameras (never used)
3 cell phones
1 PC desktop
1 DVD player
Gadgets win by a landslide. Hardly seems fair. Do we really need that many? I don’t think so, but I know I wouldn’t want to be without my PC, my cellphone, and my Paperwhite. I use all three daily.
We really should reduce our electronic footprint. Looking at this list, I think we could easily cut it down to 6. No, wait a minute, make that 8. Whoops, I forgot the GPS and my Paperwhite—oh, and the printer, which isn’t in the list but probably should be. Still, we could easily cut it down to 10 or possibly 12—I think.
Are you buried in electronic gadgets too? Could you … would you be able to cut down?
A friend recently wrote that the day was “dank.” The kind of day she liked, good for thinking. But what is the definition of dank?
Adjective, | dæŋk
Definition of DANK
:unpleasantly cool and humid
a dank cellar
dank rain forests
an expression frequently used by stoners and hippies for something of high quality.
That borritos was dank, man.
or… That borritos was the dankness
As with so many words, usage changes meaning.
- “Gay” used to mean happy. I have a cousin named Gay. Imagine how calling out to her now would sound to others.
- “Fag” was a cigarette.
- “Friend” and “pirate” were nouns.
- “Tweet” was a sound birds made.
- “Cloud” was condensed vapor up in the sky.
- “I hear ya” used to mean I heard you, now it’s an expression of empathy
And new words constantly add themselves to our language: twerk, memes … and eventually many of them are listed in official dictionaries.
Perhaps, though, it is hyperbole that is the most disconcerting. We so often hear, especially from sports announcers it seems, “He gave 110% in that game.” No, he didn’t. What you saw was his 100%. To give more would not be humanly possible.
Our language will continue to grow and transform. Meanwhile communicating without insulting someone or saying something ridiculous can be like crossing a minefield. So tread carefully.
These were found under the overpasses on the Galloping Goose Trail – for more about this hiking / walking / biking trail see Here
Under the overpass – one
Under the overpass – two
Back in February, I moaned and complained about the snow when we should have been enjoying the cherry blossoms.
Well, the cherry blossoms still aren’t here and I’m not the only one impatiently waiting for spring to chase away the dark and dreary days.
“Care to go for a swim?”
“No thanks. The water’s much too cold.”
Thanks to David Kanigan who first posted this.
Walking Cross-Town. With Labels.
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