• Instagram
  • StumbleUpon
  • GoodReads
  • Spreaker
  • Blubrry
  • Audiometrics
  • Stitcher
  • iTunes
  • Google+
  • Tumblr
  • Wattpad
  • LinkedIn
  • Pinterest

Please support the authors' book ads: click the cover to purchase the book with our affiliate link, which supports Eat Sleep Write


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Poetry Is More Than Fools Gold By Gaiyaiobi Zaevan

ON WRITING POETRY

Poetry Is More Than Fools Gold By Gaiyaiobi Zaevan

“… how people take a poem, how people take anything written, how they take a poem particularly. I suppose …
a poem is a kind of fooling.”

-Robert Frost

I remember when I read a lecture from Robert Frost and came upon this quote.  It stuck with me.  I wondered if poetry, or writing fiction in general was a kind of fooling for the writer/poet.  Are we subconsciously building our own perfect, or imperfect, worlds within our own minds?  Are we fooling ourselves into believing that things are better or worse than life really is?

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Ricky and the Magic Tree By Anna M. Ayyad

CHILDREN’S BOOKSHELF

Ricky and the Magic Tree By Anna M. Ayyad

School was almost finished for the summer.  The days were sunny and long, and Ricky could not wait to go swimming and play with his friends.  Then his mom and dad told him that he would be going with them to visit their grandparents in the country.  He was upset because he would not see his friends.  They would play ball and swim and eat ice cream without him.  Ricky went to his room and cried.  He loved his grandma and grandpa but he did not want to stay with them all summer.  They pinched his cheeks and called him cutie pie.  They made him cookies and let him have second treats, but they were not as fun as his friends.  Who would yell ‘all aboard’ when his friends used the old raft on the pond as a pirate ship?
He stayed in his room for a long time and then just before dinner, there was a knock knock knock.  He knew it was his father, as he always knocked three times.  His dad came in and sat beside him on the bed.  He told Ricky that Grandpa was not feeling well and that he wanted to spend some time with him.  He explained that Grandpa was older now and that he wanted to be close to the people he loved.  Ricky thought for a long time and then remembered when his uncle Lou got sick and went to heaven.   He missed his uncle Lou.  When Ricky went down to dinner he told his mom and dad that he wanted to see grandpa too.
They drove for a long time past forests and hills and ponds.  Ricky thought of all the fun games he could play in the trees.  He fell asleep and awoke hours later when he heard his mom say “We’re almost there”.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Eat Sleep Write Presents: Contractions – the Right, the Wrong and the (often) Very Confusing By Myrna Dupre Badgerow

WRITING LESSON

Eat Sleep Write Presents: Contractions – the Right, the Wrong and the  (often) Very Confusing By Myrna Dupre Badgerow

Let’s start with contractions.  Some do not use contractions in writing projects and this usually has to do with the genre of writing.  If dialogue is being used in the writing project, it is much more likely contractions will be used.  There are tricky things to know about contractions.

Some examples of the tricks to contractions and what they
really mean:

didn’t–did not

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

The Wooden Man By Seamus Kane

FLASH FICTION

The Wooden Man
By Seamus Kane

Greycliff, the pretty little village of sprawling flowers and hard granite gave us respite after our journey through storm whipped waves on the coast road. Once there, we parked our sea-rusted Fiat 127 and rushed through the rain to seek respite in Madhatter’s Secret, the tea-room which trapped by-passers with its disarming chintz curtains. We took off our macs and placed them at the base of the teak umbrella stand, exposing ourselves to radiant waves from the wood fire. As we walked to our favourite table with its vista of cobbles and whitewashed antique shops, an elderly waitress smiled strangely at us, as though in disapproved of our smugness. We smiled awkwardly back and sat down .

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

A Kiss of Death By Joyce Gage

FLASH FICTION

A Kiss of Death By Joyce Gage

Lord Vladious came from a line of very wealthy and respected Lords, Duchesses, and Dukes alike. His family name was well known in Transylvania, but not for the wealth, nor the goodness they bestowed upon the common folk.
John Vladious along with his many descendants before him were known for the sheer terror they drove into the hearts of the people.
For it was widely believed that the Vladious family were among the undead. Vampires.
It was well known that every member of the family was born with an unusually low blood count and they were highly allergic to sunlight.
So, they were very pale and only came out at night. He was a tall lean man. Easy on the eyes. Dark brown hair and brown eye. He was a very handsome man with his closely shaved beard and neatly trimmed mustache. John knew the vampire rumors were simply ludicrous. He would recall his childhood and how he longed to be normal. He wanted to play in the daylight. Many nights he’d lay in bed and pray to be a normal boy. None of the other children would go near him. They were afraid. Now John is a man of great power and wealth and he wanted more. He wanted a wife.
John met Lady Rosemary during one of his late night walks through the village. Lady Rosemary was being mugged. As John approached he could see the fear in her eyes and the would be mugger took off running like some great beast was after him. John walked rosemary home. He noticed her delicate features. Her long, black hair that was neatly braided and wrapped on top of her head. Her milky white skin, he imagined, must be soft to the touch. Her eyes, a pale blue, had caught him off guard. He could stare into them all night, he thought. Her lips were pouty and no doubt succulent. He desired to kiss them.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Eat Sleep Write Presents Poetically Speaking: The Romantic Period 1790-1834 By Eva Marie Cagley

POETICALLY SPEAKING

Eat Sleep Write Presents Poetically Speaking:
The Romantic Period 1790-1834
By Eva Marie Cagley

Romanticism definition: A movement in literature and the fine arts, beginning in the early nineteenth century that emphasized personal emotion, free play of the imagination, and freedom from rules of form.

What do you think the romantic period is?
Despite contrary belief, the romantic period is not simply about love and romance. It is, in fact, a time of imagination, nature, and individuality in Europe, Latin America, and the United States. The hope people had during this period was the rebel against the order and class established by rules typically seen prior to the time period. Also known as Romanticism, started in Western Europe in the late 18th Century and lasted until the 19th. It was a change in thought process that went from reason and science to imagination and respect for nature. This was expressed through arts, literature, poetry, music, and painting. The Romantic Movement was rooted in politics and allowed people to consider the world in a different way and change their ways of thinking.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Eat Sleep Write Poetry Lesson: Into the World of Acrostics By Myrna Dupre Badgerow

POETRY LESSON

Eat Sleep Write Poetry Lesson:
Into the World of Acrostics
By Myrna Dupre Badgerow

The world of acrostic can be both interesting and confusing. The acrostic forms are usually fairly easy to understand but writing a poem using an acrostic form can often be quite frustrating. The two most popular variations of acrostics are using the letters of a word either at the beginning of a line or at the end of line. The letters of a word can also be somewhere within the line but should be done so that the word reads down as it would at the beginning of the line and this is also true at the end of the line. Some to do not follow this rule, however, so I would that this is a matter of choice. Also, the letters that form the word the poem is written around should always be capitalized so that the word is easily seen and recognized at the acrostic word. Examples follow so that the variations and word placements can be better understood.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Eat Sleep Write Presents: On Writing Poetry – In Defense of Brevity in Poetry By Gaiyaiobi Xzandis-Zaevan

ON WRITING POETRY

Eat Sleep Write Presents:
On Writing Poetry –
In Defense of Brevity in Poetry
By Gaiyaiobi Xzandis-Zaevan

Several years ago, I was in a poetry workshop that consisted mainly of older poets from the UK.  There were a few of us from the USA and New Zealand, but the UK poets were the majority of attendees.

As the workshop progressed, I noticed a major difference between the Britons and Americans when it came to critiquing the poetry.  The Brits were very detailed about precision, meter, grammar usage, punctuation and development of the story, whereas some of the Americans were a bit more lax with such things.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Cookaloo the Hamster King By Anna M Ayyad

CHILDREN’S BOOKSHELF

Cookaloo the Hamster King
By Anna M Ayyad

Ricky was very sad.  All his friends had dogs, big dogs, little dogs, funny fluffy dogs and teensy barking dogs.  He wanted a dog too, but his parents got him a hamster instead.  Ricky thought the hamster was cute and called him Cookaloo, but the hamster did not like to play.  In fact the furry little thing just ate and hid in his hut most of the day.  Once in a while his little pink nose and long whiskers would poke out and sniff at the air, then hide again quickly.

> CLICK TO READ THE REST OF THIS POST<

Copy Protected by Chetan's WP-Copyprotect.