Showing posts with label John Steinbeck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Steinbeck. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Twofer Tuesday -- The Bloom is on the Rose

A rose in bloom. It's Alberta's provincial flower. The photo is completely unrelated to the post. I just think it's pretty.





It’s Twofer Tuesday time. I have done some writing, but not much reading.
We’ve been devoting our time to getting through the complete Firefly collection on DVD. It has crisp, wonderful writing and sharp, witty characters. I consider it a writing class.

Here’s something I read:

“ 'Why’n’t Eddie bake a cake?' he suggested. 'Eddie used to be a fry cook at the San Carlos for a while.'
The instant enthusiasm for the idea drove from Eddie’s brain the admission that he had never baked a cake. "
-John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, Bantam Books, 1971 (originally The Viking Press, Inc. 1945)

Here’s what I wrote in A Fly on the Wall:

The mirror had the occasional flash of independent thought. It wasn’t sure what to do with it.


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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Twosday Reading and Writing

It’s twofer on Tuesday again. It means I get to share with you what reading I’ve lost myself in lately.
And I get to throw out two or so of my sentences that sprang from my mind and out my fingers. This makes me happy.


Here’s something I read:

“During the millenia that frogs and men have lived in the same world, it is probable that men have hunted frogs. And during that time a pattern of hunt and parry has developed.”

-John Steinbeck, Cannery Row, Bantam Books, 1971 (originally published by The Viking Press, Inc. 1945)

Here’s what I wrote in A Fly on the Wall:

“Mrs. Ingetuckle, I think he ought to have a bit of capsaicin with it to boost his circulation.”
In a few minutes, fortified with hot pepper and chocolate, Brelyan began to make sense.


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