“The lesson I learned is that the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.”
The Art of Possibility, Rose and Benjamin Zander
“The lesson I learned is that the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.”
The Art of Possibility, Rose and Benjamin Zander
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“Let go of the outcome of the future and allow yourself to live in the mess of the now.” Page 87, Let’s Write a Short Story!
Joe Bunting’s ebook Let’s Write a Short Story! is a terrific read. It’s designed as its own encore: Read it; use it; refer to it:
– First, read it for pleasure;
– Second, use it as a workbook, completing the writing assignments;
– Third, use it as a reference book for future submissions and for inspiration on those days when you’re laying face down on the carpet praying for God to remove the writing gift from you.
At 152 pages including appendices Let’s Write… is full of wisdom, from the pragmatic to the spiritual. It covers the act of writing and the desire to tell stories with deliberate humor and a level of expertise that makes the writing crisp and very readable. It focuses on the fiction writer and isn’t just a “blog three times on the ceiling if you want me”* book. The author provides magazine suggestions, links, checklists, and examples of the technique he refers to. It’s all just incredibly well-written and useful.
Read the book, use it, refer to it. Join the crowd of us who have gathered together at http://letswriteashortstory.com. Follow author Joe Bunting’s blog at http://thewritepractice.com.
Heed the wisdom of published authors like Hemingway, who is quoted on letswriteashortstory.com as having said
“If I were alive, I would read this book.”
And mostly, write your story!
*I couldn’t resist the reference to Tony Orlando and Dawn’s “Knock Three Times (On The Ceiling If You Want Me).” I apologize.
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Many years ago there was a little girl named Margaret who loved to sing. A neighbor lady asked her why she loved to sing and she answered “Doesn’t everyone love to sing? Grandma sings. That’s how she met Grandpa. He doesn’t sing normally but he plays the piano and sometimes the organ at church. He sings with his fingers.”
Margaret’s rules for when to sing and when not to sing adjusted to the time and season. She was a snow skier and when she was skiing she did not sing. Neither did she yodel. It was low class to make noise when skiing. There was too much joy in the sound of your skis on the snow to mess it up with singing. Racing down the hill as fast as her snow plow allowed made her feel as if she were being chased by a big fat Ball Of Joy that would knock her over if she slowed down. When she did stop Joy caught up with her and filled her up so her throat was tight with it.
Except for skiing, and school, Margaret sang when she felt like it. She didn’t think about it, she just let fly with whatever song bubbled to the top. She particularly loved the folk songs her mother played on the LPs she stacked six-high on the turntable in the living room.
One day Margaret’s Grandfather (the same Grandfather who sang with his fingers) took her shopping at Northgate Mall. People could shop anytime at Northgate Mall because it was covered. (Many years ago shopping malls were not covered.) Everyone knows a covered mall is as good place to sing as there is, almost as good as the bathroom.
Margaret and Grandpa were walking next to Nordstrom’s when Margaret let fly with the chorus of the old folk song “O My Darlin’ Clementine”:
“O my darlin’, o my darlin’, O MY DARLIN’ CLEMENTINE!
“You are lost and gone forever! O, my DARLIN’ CLEMENTINE!”
Grandpa was very English, and very taciturn, and he loved Margaret very much. He kept walking, holding Margaret’s hand, looking straight ahead at where he was going, and watching the people in the mall look around to see where the noise was coming from. Most of the people in the mall looked at Margaret and smiled, partly because she was so small and the noise she made was very large, and partly because it made them remember when they were little and could sing.
Some people didn’t smile because Margaret made them wonder why they didn’t sing anymore, not even in the bathroom. They wondered what had happened to them. They felt they ought to at least feel like singing even if they didn’t do it.
That’s what life does to you. It takes away your song.
What would Margaret say to that?
“Get your song back.”
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Things I would have photographed this Sunday if I could take pictures in church:
– Far down the hallway, pastor leaned his face very close to the man in the wheelchair who can’t talk very well, and put his hand on his shoulder. The man spoke as well as he could and with great effort, weaving back and forth and waving his arms. Pastor spoke back, and smiled. Their faces were mirrors of love and affection.
– My friend three pews up and one section to the right stood with her eyes closed and both arms reaching upward in the way we do at church, singing her heart out: “Praise God from whom all blessings flow….” She is eighty and was just diagnosed with dementia.
– A old woman sat alone in the fellowship hall and a man passing by told her the bright turquoise scarf and matching blouse and earrings she wore were beautiful. She looked up and smiled and her eyes glowed like sudden candles in a dark sanctuary.
– A little girl held the specially-designed communion-wine-squirt-bottle with both hands, carefully squeezing wine into the tiny cups. Her face looked as if it had been taken from one of God’s angels on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
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We’re watching the Decorah Eagles again this year (http://www.decoraheaglecamalerts.com/ie.htm) and it occurred to me that there are certain things eagles will never have to bear:
SPAM: no eagle has ever
· been offered the chance at penile enlargement
· needed a belly fat blast
· been offered a work-at-home strategies to make a six figure income
· been offered a chance to date eligible black-white-gay-straight-men-women-blondes-brunettes
· been told to vote no on prop 29
· been told to vote yes on prop 29
· been advised to help the president win reelection
· been advised that it will be curtains for the free world if we do not defeat the current administration and replace it with a new president.
MEMORY LOSS: no eagle has ever
· misplaced his keys and had to call his spouse to let him in the house
· forgotten to mail the Netflix video back
· forgotten to return the library book so often the librarian knows him by name and calls him when it’s close to time to return his materials
· burnt dinner on the stove because he forgot the burner was up on high
· forgotten the name of the woman at church who just introduced herself
· misplaced her reading glasses
· forgotten to put the perishables back in the refrigerator so the milk curdled overnight
· left her coffee in the microwave until the next morning.
FAMILY OBLIGATIONS: no eagle has ever
· missed his parents
· loved his sister
· shared his fish with his brother
· prayed for his siblings
· laughed at anything at all.”
I’m glad we’re not eagles.
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My older brother dropped me on my head when I was a baby and he was only four.
They rushed me to the hospital, and my brother tells the story of seeing Mom, worried look on her face, not knowing what the doctors would say, nor whether there would be any permanent damage (whether there was or note is a debate we can have—later).
He wanted to help, to fix things, make things all right again.
He somehow managed to get a cup of coffee poured, and he went to Mom in the living room and said “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
Today, Mom got to follow the ambulance carrying Dad down to Virginia Mason hospital in Seattle. He’s been fighting pancreatic cancer, and a number of other ailments that plague eighty-year-old men. She had to drive in the pouring rain, of course.
Dad is probably fine, and he’s receiving the best of care, but from 1,500 miles away it’s frustrating.
I want to help, to fix things, to make things all right again. I want to go to the hospital and sit there with her and say “Mom, would you like a cup of coffee?”
If you’ve ever had a situation like this, tell me about it in the comments section below.
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This past weekend I watched a video of a woman who had married her fiancé. No big story there, until you learn she married him after he was in a car accident that destroyed his brain and left him to a great extent incapacitated, and that she and her husband were both twenty-something when they married.
I was dry-eyed until she described her “gratitude wall.” It is a corkboard hanging on the kitchen wall, filled with post-it notes documenting everything in her life for which she is grateful—family, friends, her husband’s handicaps, God’s grace. (Perhaps those last two go together.)
Inspired and guilt-ridden, I made my own gratitude wall this weekend. Though it has only a few scraps of paper pinned to it, I plan to take a moment each day to remember those things for which I am truly grateful, and to add at least one thing to the board.
I think there is some sort of benefit from doing this–being consciously grateful–that goes beyond the obvious advice of being glad for what we have. Somehow, our gratitude is one of the ways God extends His grace to us–not a means of grace like baptism or the Lord’s supper, but important nonetheless. Important and true enough for me to recommend you do the same—build your gratitude wall.
Or at least, Be Grateful.
(Yesterday I was particularly grateful for my Mom.)
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When you are in a position to play favorites at work, and you give in to the temptation to do so, you will destroy someone in the process.
Don’t do it.
And if you do, don’t be surprised when that loyalty you expected, that you live for in fact, isn’t there.
What shows up in place of loyalty is something worse. It is destructive. It is dangerous.
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