Our son-in-law, Erich Kepner, thought it would be fun to wear this golf outfit to work on St. Paddy’s Day. He hit a hole-in-one with his co-workers, who dubbed him Erich O’Kepner!
March 19, 2008
March 18, 2008
Mock-ing Bird Yeah-ah
Everybody have you heard
He’s gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don’t sing
He’s gonna buy me a diamond ring.
Please bird, please don’t sing…
Performed by Carly Simon
Rearranged by Renee
March 10, 2008
The Plot Thickens by Noah Lukeman
Literary agent Noah Lukeman’s THE PLOT THICKENS: 8 WAYS TO BRING FICTION TO LIFE is a great writing tool. The chapters focus on characterization (outer, inner and applied); the journey; suspense; conflict; context; and transcendency. In this last chapter, Lukeman urges writers to write from a place of not only truth – which we hear fairly often – but also of love. Here is what he says:
No matter what your goal or motivation, you should strive to write from a place of truth and love. This sounds simple but is harder than it seems, as it will entail putting yourself on the line. Truth means being true to yourself and true to your characters and situations; if you hold anything back, the reader will know it; it will mean the difference between authentic and inauthentic…love means not only love for the reader but love for your own work, your own characters; it means having 100 percent passion for them.
Passion is magnetic, Lukeman says. “Writing from a place of truth and love, you can never go wrong.”
He also says the masses are fickle, and so are the critics. “You mustn’t pay attention to any of it, but simply stay focused on crafting the best work you can, and constantly bettering yourself.”
Just do it, basically. But do it better than the next guy.March 9, 2008
'Tis the Season to be Sneezin
The cattail fluff is flying. Every tree, shrub, and fencepost along the trail adjacent to the marsh is covered with the stuff – so much so, that some of the leafless branches resemble cocoons. As I was walking yesterday, there was a slight breeze blowing, stirring the fluff and carrying it through the air. Twice I had to shut my eyes as it floated in my direction, and if my mouth had been even slightly parted, I might have swallowed some. The cattail heads are almost comical, resembling bloated hotdogs on sticks, their sides split, their contents spilling out. From a distance the marsh appears in hibernation, but on closer inspection, new growth is cropping up – hardstem bulrush and cattail stems, fuzzy buds on all the willows. The first poppy appeared yesterday, too, and the mallards have paired up. Spring is on its way.
March 3, 2008
My Little Top Gun
Maya, worn out after a day of tagging elk in San Luis Obispo, heads for the helicopter...
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