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Meowee furiends, today is my 100th postiverary. According to WordPress.com, I’ve written 100 blog posts that have received over 4,000 views from 1600 visitors in over 50 different countries! I even have 1700 plus followers. Am I famous? Well, not yet. Even if no one had visited and read my posts, I have learned a lot about writing, blogging, and photography since my first post just over a year ago, back on July 10, 2014. If you’re looking for my first year blogiversary post, there isn’t one. My human forgot the date. It’s so hard to get good help nowadays. At least she didn’t forget my birthday back in February.
To commemorate this centennial milestone day I thought I’d make a list of 100 things I’ve learned thus far along with, surprise surprise, a selfie of meow….(after all it’s Selfie Sunday today):
Are you ready for this? I write because I think I can, and I like to. Nothing deeper than that. Sorry to disappoint. Mostly I write memoirs about places I go, things I do and furiends I meet. These are stories that I don’t have to try to make up, only try to make interesting with a twist succinct and a telling photo.
Writing a story, whether true or made up, is an art. My human has always had a propensity for the arts but hasn’t really mastered any. Just a dabbler. To balance out her left-brained vocation she needs a creative right-brained muse, and writing is her current one. “Wait I thought I was your muse!” She assures me I am very amusing.
She’s also the editor of our squadron’s award winning newsletter called “The Quarterdeck” which she’s been responsible for publishing every 2 months for the past 5 years. To be honest, on one hand she finds it becoming a bit of an effort now to describe recurring events in a new light each time. For example, every year the squadron officially participates in a shoreline cleanup. This year it was today. Between now and the end of the month, she needs to write about it differently than she has the last five times. But on the other hand, she feels a great sense of satisfaction when she finds a new angle from which to spin it, thus adhering to the adage “there are no new stories, just new ways of telling old stories”.
For now, our writing goals are just to practice the art of story-telling by experimenting with different forms of writing and media. WordPress’s writing 101, photography 101 – and I see there’s even a poetry 101 – lessons provide us with an ample playground in which to exercise our creative prose. Do I want to write the next great feline novel? Well, I must catfess, if by the grace of the catmos we’re ready to seize an opportunity to write one when it presents itself, that would be totally pawsome. But don’t hold your breath.
Writing 101, Day 1: Today, tell us: why do you write? If you’d like to see how others have approached this, here are 23 inspiring quotes from famous authors. The I Write Because project is also worth a peek and is full of personal, honest submissions. Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because . . . ” or start it any other way you wish.
Writing 101 Day 19 Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.
I really liked the Point Of View assignment back on day 9 so I thought I’d to do it again. This photo was one of my choices I had considered using for that assignment and now I’ll use it for this one. I was even playing around with the idea of making this a recurring blog feature…is that too silly?
Writing 101 Day 18: Craft a story from the perspective of a twelve-year-old observing it all. For your twist, focus on specific character qualities, drawing from elements we’ve worked on in this course, like voice and dialogue.
Prompt: She had seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley had been grounded there since before anyone can remember. She’d fallen in disrepair and no one knew who her captain was. The Harbour Authority, accompanied by C-Tow, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the coast she’s served on for forty years.
They’d come for her. She’d been called a derelict, an environmental and safety hazard, and she had to go. The grownups were tired of her, “an eye soar unbecoming to a budding resort marina”, they said. With so much talk about her over the years, I felt like I knew her, yet I knew nothing about her except that I felt sorry for her. She had an unusual name for a boat. It was a couple of years before I realized she was a boat and not some neighbour my parents were bad-mouthing. Then all the comments suddenly made a lot more sense. I had always thought that Mrs. Pauley was some poor old lady who had been abandoned by her husband after fourty years, and having no where to live she camped on the beach without power, or water taps, and had to wash up on the shore. Continue reading
Writing 101 Day 17: What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.
A scaredy cat, a fraidy cat,
A shadow black beside me sat,
In poised arch, puff big I freeze,
Stops threat cold, imbues unease,
Scared myself and blind I flee,
Hide some where it can not see.
A scaredy cat, a fraidy cat,
A shadow black beside me sat.
Trying an “Octelle” poem style, for October. The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical.
Writing 101, Day 16 On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. So, today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post. (Part I, Part II)
It had been less than 24 hours after mom lost her wallet and she had it back in her hands, intact. Standing out in front of the Superstore in Campbell River, John started telling the humans how he made the connections that led to him to finding her. John was the volunteer Nautical Days Food Booth Coordinator, and had returned to the park that morning. The locals were there too with their metal detectors…the finders of metal stuff…and it was they who turned over the wallet to John. First off he checked the wallet for any identification cards. A driver’s license revealed who she was and that she lived on the mainland. Instantly he knew it was going to be next to impossible contacting her over here. Scanning through the rest of the cards he came across her Canadian Power & Sail Squadron membership card. On second thought, as he looked up and surveyed the marina directly in front of him, maybe it wouldn’t be that difficult . “Of course”, he said to himself and headed towards the crisscross maze of docks.
Writing 101, Day 15 You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference —
will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). was held without you knowing about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
Hey, did you hear about auditions for a new TV show called Battle Cats? No! Me either! They announced it in November and I didn’t find out about it until…MAY! and by then it was too late…. grrrr. I can’t believe I missed it. I watch the news on TV almost every night, and the only night it was broadcasted, my humans where AWOC! (absent without cat!) Finally, a televised cat show held practically in my own backyard… a 30 minute car ride away… and I’m not going to be in it. I’ve trained long and hard for something like this. Sit, click, treat! Shake a paw, click, treat! High five, click, treat! TARGET! Target? Touch the nose on the pom pom end of the stick, click, treat! Follow the pom-pom UP! Follow the pom-pom DOWN! Follow the freak’n pom-pom all AROUND, click, treat! Oh ya, I’m so ready, but I’m not going to be in it.
Can you tell I’m a little ticked? You know it. “I coulda been a contender”, is all I think of now. A competition to show off how agile I am… how svelte I am… especially under pressure. Yep, they missed out on finding the fiercest Battle Cat of them all. I’m the cathlete of cathletes. They want meow factor, I got meow factor. They want catitude, guess what I got. What they don’t got, is me, and believe me, they need me. Just know this TV humans running Battle Cats, I am honing my skills. I have watched some episodes on Youtube and I know what to do. I reached out and left you my name and number. I know where you are, and you know where I am, so let’s not let this happen again when season 2 comes around shall we…and there better be a season 2. Or else!
Writing 101, Day 14: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What jumps out at you? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.
Dear Bailey Blue,
Meowee brofur, thank you very much for sending me your book. I was so thrilled to have won it. I was totally doing a happy dance when it arrived late last week and my claws couldn’t wait to rip open the packaging.
In my haste, I pawed it open to page 29 and there you were jumping out of the water clawing yourself up that rope ladder. It reminded me of the times I went for swim in the ocean too. You are so right, wet salty fur is really yucky. Mom got me into the shower the first time to rinse off all the saltiness, but the second time I went in, there wasn’t any fresh water around because we were on a beach. I stayed in my carrier all afternoon, hot & damp, with sand all stuck in my fur. I’m sure a little grit helps with the digestion, but it did nothing for my furstyle. I’m not sure I want to go through that again. If I do, I have a few items I will insist my humans bring next time such as a big jug of fresh water, my own towel, and a comb. I’ve included a few pictures of me with your book and me at the beach, for your enjoyment. Continue reading
Writing 101, Day 13: Earlier in the course, you wrote about losing something. Today, write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series. (Part I, Part III)
Can you believe that, about an hour after discovering that her wallet was lost, mom had the phone number in hand of the person who claimed to have found it. One of their fellow PMPSS members, whose boat was ironically named “No Worries”, had been contacted via VHF Radio and was given the name and phone number of someone named John Mang to pass along when they saw her. So then the humans just had to figure out when and where to arrange a meeting. Continue reading
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