13 Jan 2012
Hello all! Just a heads-up to let you know that I am merging my other blog, Sasha Loses It, back into the Rambling Notebook, and moving the whole kit & caboodle to another server. What does this mean? Well, aside from the fact that comments are temporarily shut down, this will eventually mean one of two things:
- Your RSS feed is going to stop working, and you’ll need to subscribe to http://ramblingnotebook.com again, OR
- Your RSS feed is going to EXPLODE with all of the Losing It posts, and probably all the old Notebook posts as well.
Either way – SORRY!!!
The good news is that, while you won’t see any other changes at first, this will give me the freedom to make some enhancements to the blog over time that just aren’t possible right now. Hang in there! I’ll post again once I’m all done.
6 Jan 2012
book club, reading, writing
How’s that for a title? It’s not mine, it’s from a book I just picked up at the library. And it’s awesome (the book, that is). So awesome that I was only three pages in before I ordered a copy online. So awesome that the writing reminds me of some of my best blog posts.
Yes, it is that awesome.
The subtitle is “Shed Your Inhibitions and Craft a Compelling Memoir or Personal Essay”. But don’t worry, I’m not planning on shedding anything; if you’ve survived reading about my underwear, I won’t inflict myself on you without it.
Here is a sample, where Adair Lara tells us about her first job in publishing, as a copy editor:
I sweated over the captions that came my way as if they were War And Peace, and wrote headlines such as “Swell Wines at Swill Prices” (which they rejected, the cowards). I called up writers to say things like, “Listen to this paragraph and see if you can live without the last two sentences.” I told myself it was terrific to be an editor, enjoying all those lunches out and wearing all those black outfits.
Heady stuff. And that’s just the introduction. Lara goes on to use engaging prose to teach how to write engagingly: “show and tell”, and an enjoyable read into the bargain.
I’m going to read this book, and wonder if anyone is interested in reading along with me. A little ad-hoc book club (we can work out the logistics – blog posts, email, Facebook, whatever – once we know who is interested).
Naked, Drunk, and Writing is available from Amazon and Chapters in both paperback and e-book format. There will also be another copy at the Ottawa Public Library just as soon as my Amazon order arrives.
So? Anyone? No pressure. And if you have any
other book recommendations, I’d love to hear them.
(Bonus points for titles with nudity and/or alcohol.)
2 Jan 2012
editing, humour, writing
If you do any writing, you’ve probably heard this before, but this is the first time I’ve tried it: I got DH to read aloud a piece I’m submitting to the Canada Writes Edible Non-Fiction Challenge, and found at least four things that I wanted to change in a 300-word manuscript that I thought was (finally) finished.
It was an entirely useful exercise, completely different even from reading it aloud myself. I’d get him to do it again, but given that he also got to sit through the thesaurus rampage that changed “lots of tasty stuff” into “oodles of edible fare” (but only after we’d been through “oodles of entirely edible fare”, “oodles of edible delights”, “an abundance of entirely edible delights”, and “a wealth of savoury delights”), I’m thinking that a second reading tonight might be grounds for divorce. I’m pretty sure that that contract they made me sign at the church had a “cruel and unusual” clause.
Hm. Maybe I should check that. The deadline is noon tomorrow.
Do you read your work aloud? Does it help?
Do you ever
coerce ask someone else to read it for you?
21 Dec 2011
mommy brain, Motherhood, parenthood, too much information
img © Omar Chatriwala
This morning I was in the shower… too much information? Again?
This morning I was in the shower. I was conditioning my hair when I suddenly couldn’t remember whether I had shampooed yet. I had to rinse it all out and start again.
Then I “helped” my 3-year-old get dressed. I told her that her shirt was backwards, and helped her turn it around. Then I noticed that, while the shirt was now frontwards, the kid was backwards.
That’s right, I looked at my daughter and couldn’t tell front from back.
So I thought to myself, this would make a great blog post. I should make a list of all the crazy things that mommy brain can do.
But I can’t remember what any of them are.
This is your brain on kids.
19 Dec 2011
parenthood, too much information
I just gave away all my maternity clothes and have been flogging various bits of baby gear on kijiji (Stay tuned! More to come!). But between Sara (who is expecting) and Julie (whose only crime is to blog about her family of six, and today’s post isn’t even about that), I suddenly find myself with the baby-crazies. Witness the latest message exchange with DH:
12 Dec 2011
mommy brain, Motherhood, Parenting, Poetry
Girls, it is said, are made up of sweets,
Sticky, and licky, and gooey-gum treats.
Boys, on the other hand – puppy dog tails,
Creepies and crawlies and eight-legged snails.
But neither is true, as I’ve said all along,
They’re made up of brain cells they stole from their mom.
Inspired by Sara’s grinchy Growing post,
itself inspired by Brie’s Monday Moments.
Gawd, but I ♥ the interweb.
Image © Margo – Fotolia.com