John Gardner | On Becoming a Novelist #2

john-gardner-on-becoming-a-novelist-cover “Like other kinds of intelligence, the storyteller’s is partly natural, partly trained. It is composed of several qualities, most of which, in normal people, are signs of either immaturity or incivility: wit (a tendency to make irreverent connections); obstinacy and a tendency toward churlishness (a refusal to believe what all sensible people know is true); childishness (an apparent lack of mental focus and serious life purpose, a fondness for daydreaming and telling pointless lies, a lack of proper respect, mischievousness, an unseemly propensity for crying over nothing); a marked tendency toward oral or anal fixation or both (the oral manifested by excessive eating, drinking, smoking, and chattering; the anal by nervous cleanliness and neatness coupled with a weird fascination with dirty jokes); remarkable powers of eidetic recall, or visual memory (a usual feature of early adolescence . . .); a strange admixture of shameless playfulness and embarrassing earnestness, the latter often heightened by irrationally intense feelings for or against religion; patience like a cat’s; a criminal streak of cunning; psychological instability; recklessness, impulsiveness, and improvidence; and finally, an inexplicable and incurable addiction to stories, written or oral, bad or good.” ― John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist

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John Gardner (1933–1982) was born in Batavia, New York. His critically acclaimed books include the novels Grendel, The Sunlight Dialogues, and October Light, for which he received the National Book Critics Circle Award, as well as several works of nonfiction and criticism . including . On Becoming a Novelist. He was also a professor of medieval literature and a pioneering creative writing teacher whose students included Raymond Carver and Charles Johnson. When I worked at Bennington College in Southern VT I would often see him walking across the campus during the Summer Writing Workshops. Or when his white hair was flowing as he rode his beloved motorcycle on campus or away. – j.kiley

Weekly Writing Prompt #119

Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
December 11th 2017 | #119

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words: | WAR | LOUD | ESCAPE | RIGHT | JUMP |

*A brilliant idea has been brought to my attention regarding the (5) word prompt. Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.🎈 🎭 ✨

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Poetry Suggestions
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Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
6 lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Villanelle (19 line poem[no word limit]–2 repeating rhymes & 2 refrains)… Excellent example is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions

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Fictional Suggestions
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Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary

SUGGESTIONS FOR FLASH FICTION
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement
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Proust: ‘Poignant Yearning’ | “Remembrance of Things Past” | #128

POIGNANT YEARNING 

“Happiness contracted by the cold, forced to withdraw into itself, to close into its heart, it is there that I find the greatest intensity. It is true that I have only ever experienced it through sadness. But it is always the same.” ― Marcel Proust

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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town Bruce Springsteen


Santa Claus Is Coming To Town – Bruce Springsteen

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Yeah, you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
He’s making a list, he’s checkin’ it twice
He’s gonna find out whose naughty or nice
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
You better be good for goodness sake
(You better be good for goodness sake)
Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
(Ho ho ho ho!)
He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
You better be good for goodness sake
(Better be good for goodness sake)
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Yeah, Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town (Ho ho ho ho)
Santa Claus is coming to town, alright
Santa Claus is coming to town, yeah
Santa Claus is coming to town, yeah
Santa Claus is coming to town, whoa
Santa Claus is coming to town
Songwriters: Haven Gillespie / J. Fred Coots
Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Memory Lane Music Group

Remember John Lennon 💔

Remember JOHN LENNON Oct. 9th, 1940 to Dec. 8th, 1980

I will always remember John Lennon. He is a profound effect on me. My eyes still tear up when I hear his voice and see his beautiful presence. The good die young is a lot of BS . they are assassinated . and the bad continue on. j.k


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John Lennon | Imagine

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace, you
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world, you
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Songwriters: John Winston Lennon