Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Some Quotes to Note
"Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them."
"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities."
http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Dr._Seuss/
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Rhyming Children's Stories
The secret to a good story is to tell it.
Children's stories are like any short stories, except that since they are illustrated, descriptions become redundant. In fact, descriptions can really drag your plot to a stand still.
character(s)
conflict
crisis
resolution
Don't get so caught up in your rhyme that you forget to drive the plot. A good rule of thumb is to write your story without rhyme, and then if you like it, if it moves well, choose not to use rhyme.
If you choose to rhyme, you might find that some words just don't have an appropriate rhyme. When this happens, try not to substitute nonsensical words. Unless your story is a fantasy or is about something nonsensical, (or has a message hidden in the nonsense as Dr. Seuss was so adept at writing), nonsensical words will interfere with the process, and put potholes in your plot.
Remember, your goal here is to tell a story.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Simply Delightful
The author calls this doggerel. All respect but this is not doggerel. Doggerel is written to be forgotten, and is usually of little value. This piece is a well-crafted example of rhyme and rhythm.
In the middle of the center
of the circle of his wiggle,
was the button of his belly
and the reason for his giggle.
When the tippit of his tickle
of his finger with a squiggle,
touched his tummy full of jelly,
just enough to make it wiggle.
But the jiggle woke a lintle
from the fuzzy of its nestle.
Peeking out, it shook its woolies,
at the keeper of its vessel.
"Have you no consideration
for the nappers in your nichle?
Cut it out, or do it lestle.
Else I'll make your middle itchle!"
...
© catnapping
http://theoddneighbor.blogspot.com/2008/03/petpeeve.html
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In the middle of the center
of the circle of his wiggle,
was the button of his belly
and the reason for his giggle.
When the tippit of his tickle
of his finger with a squiggle,
touched his tummy full of jelly,
just enough to make it wiggle.
But the jiggle woke a lintle
from the fuzzy of its nestle.
Peeking out, it shook its woolies,
at the keeper of its vessel.
"Have you no consideration
for the nappers in your nichle?
Cut it out, or do it lestle.
Else I'll make your middle itchle!"
...
© catnapping
http://theoddneighbor.blogspot.com/2008/03/petpeeve.html
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Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
© Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
© Robert Frost
