Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Monday, August 29, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment

Last Monday, I posted the final poem that I wrote during Lori Brack's writer's workshop. 
This Monday, I had planned a tribute poem to celebrate that event. 
Instead, I found a fitting quote which I'd like to share. 
Here it is:

"The beginning is always today."
- - -Mary Wollstonecraft

Whatever project you are thinking of undertaking, today is the day to start.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Post It Quote/Prompt of the Day

I think I speak for everyone when I say that this is good advice that we can all use!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment


Volcanic rock is full of holes
Sometimes rocks whisper out loud
Brightly shining liquid joy
The wrap up of something great & new & wondrous for tomorrow

© Lydia Lowe  8-22-2011

*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop

- - -This poem was written in a round.  I started the poem with the first line, then passed it on to the person to my right who added the next line, then it passed on to two more people.  Each time the paper was passed the line that had just been written was hidden, so that the next person did not know what the previous line was.  It's interesting to see how the poem develops and what it becomes.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Post It Quote/Prompt of the Day

 Flash Fiction:
Telling a story in as few words as possible.

Ernest Hemingway is said to have written the shortest "flash fiction" story in history.
Here it is:  For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.
 (This is an extreme example.)

Flash Fiction is generally a story written with no more than 1000 words but generally, those who write using this form keep their stories to 500 words or less.  Typically, it has a traditional beginning-middle-end story arc.  Brevity is the key.  Keep the writing tight.  If you've never written Flash Fiction before, try it now.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Answer to Mondays "Riddle" Poem

Did you guess the answer to yesterday's riddle poem?
Yes?  No?
The answer to the riddle is:  a wallet!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment


First came the cow
I picked my favorite
Filled him with green
He followed me everywhere
Today when I reached inside him
All the green was gone!

© Lydia Lowe  8-15-2011

*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop

Can you guess what I'm talking about?  Give up?   Tomorrow, I will reveal the answer.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

A Little Something Extra . . .Saturday

I have published my first novel. 
Previously, I had published poems in various literary publications.
This is my first novel.  Check it out.
Currently it is in the proof copy, re-write stage.
It will be available for purchase, very soon.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Post It Quote/Prompt of the Day

"What I value more than all things, good humor"
-Thomas Jefferson

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Monday, August 8, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment


the black backs of the beetles in the sun
shone with many colors
and looked like big exploding flowers
constantly changing
as the beetles walked away from me
it was like they spray painted
dots of color on the concrete
as they moved from place to place
yet left nothing behind

© Lydia Lowe  7-29-2011

*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop

Saturday, August 6, 2011

A Little Something Extra . . . Saturday

I entered the Tri-Rivers Fair (Saline County Fair) this year.  I entered the original design that I made for the Silver Needles quilt challenge.  When we held our quilt challenge show, back in February, I didn't win a thing.  I had a lot of ladies come up to me afterward and tell me that they voted for me.  They seemed confused that I didn't win something.  Many ladies from the guild encouraged me to enter my quilt in the fair.  I did and you can see the result here.
1st Place Blue Ribbon-Quilting, Original Design

Friday, August 5, 2011

Post-It Quote/Prompt of the Day

Charlie Chaplin once came in third at a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

Mondays Poetry Moment


I took a step upon one stair
Then stepped off into thin air
When I touched down
No carpet there
Confusing. . .
I turned around to find the stair
And saw a tent standing there
I'm in another land it seems
Transported by some wild scheme
That I could not have seen
Entering the tent I find
The inside of the stair I climbed
I close my eyes and concentrate
I'm back standing on the stair
I traveled far to get back here.

© Lydia Lowe  7-28-2011

*written at Lori Brack's writer's workshop