The Creative Blogger Award

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Thanks again to the blogging community for a chance to present me with another PBS Blog Award to add to my electronic shelves. I’m gonna have to get a wall for these…yesss. Special thank you to Lisa over at Rebirth of Lisa for another awesome nomination, thanks hun :  ). Don’t forget to check her out here.

Creativity is defined as:

“Having or showing an ability to make things or think of new ideas; using the ability to make or think of new things: involving the process by which new ideas, stories, etc., are created; marked by the ability or power to create.”

Well then, if you say it like that I should wave:

*EC takes a moment, waves and blows kisses at readers*

Now, I’m supposed to list 5 Facts about myself:

300px-Phase_101. I have two favorite card games, one of which no one in the world seems to have heard of but me: Spades and ….wait for it…Phase 10

Psst: I want all of my readers who’ve never heard of Phase 10 to Google and then go out to Walmart (Toy Section) and buy and then play this game with your family. Thank you).

2. I get excited at the possibility to watch a good movie or read a good book.

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Clip from The Great Debaters

 

 

3. I don’t like a whole lot of attention

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4. I can be unintentionally sarcastic. No, really, just sorta happens.

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5. I love hanging out with babies and small children

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6 mos into my Loc Journey

 

And that’s it for me tonight. Thanks so much again for the award. I’m out this joint, yall be great 🙂

Love Poems Challenge – The First Time

Ok ok.. I’ll take part in the challenge, you pulled my arm :).

So, my first poem for Lisa’s Love Poem Challenge for National Poetry Month is the audio version of a poem I posted here awhile back called “The First Time”. Dedicated to my husband, I only posted part of it. This is the whole thing.

(If there are any issues with the audio, please let me know in the comments section. Otherwise, enjoy! )

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What are you waiting for? Join the fun! > https://rebirthoflisa.wordpress.com/2015/04/02/new-challenge-for-national-poetry-month/

Good Poetry

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“Good poetry could not have been otherwise written than it is. The first time you hear it, it sounds rather as if copied out of some invisible tablet in the Eternal mind than as if arbitrarily composed by the poet.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Reading – The Write Way

tumblr_lhiimg18wx1qcf1klMy first love was Mildred D. Taylor. It was the sixth grade, and I was Smitten for Stacey, Cassie, and the whole Logan gang in the classic “Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry”. I realized then my love for African American literature, history and culture. The sharecropping family had snagged at the core of my heartstrings and had me feigning for every Taylor book ever written. I went on to court “The Road to Memphis, “Let the Circle Be Unbroken”, “Mississippi Bridge” and all the others. It wasn’t a conscious thought of mine that I was coming to love reading. That literature caught my eye and curved my wanting into a lovesick smile. Didn’t occur to me that I’d found an inner itch only scratch-able through the deciphering of words on a page. Clearly I was hooked, spending more and more time at school libraries, showing favoritism toward my English school teachers, and carrying home a grocery store bag of books at a time.

 

reading-infoReading, what is its connection to writing? I’m not a literacy expert so I don’t have any fancy advice to give you. But I do know my love for reading fed my love for writing. I got lost in the world of the authors and their writing became an automatic mimicking on my part. Almost just as instant as I’d fallen for reading I fell for writing. It is almost inherent that a love for reading will eventually lead to a love for writing. Eventually I wanted to be the architect behind the words. I wanted to be the illustrator behind the way the sky looked, how tall the buildings were and what dress Doris decided she’d wear today, or if she would wear a dress at all. I was introverted and reading and writing provided an avenue of self-discovery and speech. And so I sat down at the table, and I painted words on a page.

 

social-readingI can’t imagine giving students advice on writing, without a lecture on how important it is that they read. It is possible to develop a longing for the writing process without having a love for reading at first, but it is my opinion that in order to grow and to nurture this longing, the student must attempt to develop a love for reading. It is not research that teaches one how to write novels and screenplays. It is not fancy degrees and hours of lecture time. Higher education surely helps, but it is not the focal point of learning how to mentally process what it means to write. Reading is in my opinion, the write way. When you sit down to read a book, you’re not just lost in the story, but you are taking in the way that writer is building his world. You learn how to structure dialogue, setting, and character development to name a few, all just by reading. School teaches us the techniques, the mechanics of writing; school teaches us to be conscious of things like mood and tone, but this is not the first time we are introduced to it. Higher Education teaches us to be consciously aware of these things, but we begin using them far before organized instruction. I’ll give you a real life example:

When I was a junior in High School, my AP Lit professor gave us an assignment where we had to write a series of poems using varying poetic techniques, such as imagery for example. When I got my paper back, what caught my attention is a little note from the teacher that read: “Great use of Alliteration!”  It caught my attention because I didn’t even know what that was. Alliteration is basically the repetition of words with the same consonant sound occurring closely together such as: “But a better butter makes a better batter.”

Reading-2But I didn’t know this back then, nor was it ever taught to me. I had to look inside of a dictionary for the meaning of Alliteration because I had never heard of it before, yet I used it here. I used it because it is possible that I read it and picked up on it. As a matter of fact, with all the books I read prior High School I am sure I read it somewhere, and thus stored it in my mental capacity, which I became consciously aware of by way of organized schooling. I still have that paper today and every now and again I look back on my teachers remark for inspiration.

One can surely write their thoughts on a page, but the basics of how to format these thoughts come from reading and learning from others who have already done it. Anyone can take ideas from the head and transcribe them, but to create an entire reading (of whatever form) based solely on desire without having read the works of others, I cannot imagine it. Reading is indeed, the write way.

The Premio Dardos Blog Award #2

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The PBS Blog has been nominated for another Award, our second Premio Dardos Blog Award *and the crowd goes wild* :). I happily accept this Award and just wanted to give a huge thanks to Colleen of Silver Threading for this wonderful nomination.

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It’s so funny because I really like this Award most of all so its super cool that I get two (*Yay me*). As a reminder: Premio Dardos is Spanish for Prize Darts, and is given in recognition of Cultural, Ethical, Literary, and Personal Values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing.

Wasted Words

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Have you ever felt like you are doing something for nothing? That it is all in vain? Sometimes I regret bathing in the blank wake of my passion. I do not wish to follow Strands advice; I am not kissed by white paper. I know that my words will just fall unmercifully on death ears like falling stars praying for repentance that will never come. They will fall like the leaves of trees upon the ground like death and rot around my feet. I will be filled to the brim with excitement and anticipation of sunlight before the reality of wasted words darkens the skies and fills the clouds with storms. I will push forth in determination, only to be reminded by splashes of thunder that the droplets of failure have already proceeded to gush forth. I am not the one to give up (let’s not get that deep!), but judge me not for my lack of enthusiasm today. I am human after all; made up of emotions, flesh and bone. I get tired sometimes too.