“ Where do you get your ideas?” That’s the question most often asked of writers by non-writers. My ideas come from memories, images, dreams, stray happenings, but they all have one thing in common. I got the ideas because I was looking for ideas. A person who has it uppermost in his mind that someone is trying to poison him will often enough find that his food tastes a bit peculiar. The anticipation is all…..
Jane came to school today in pink and white polka dot leggings and a blue and green paisley skirt. The twelve inch purple feather sticking straight up her orange hat almost kept me from noticing the army boots on her feet.
I'll tell you something else: the weather wreaked havoc on my performance. I'm just not accustomed to executing in these kinds of conditions. The venue wasn't quite right. The details were off. And then there's my body. My body totally let me down. Bad body! I had a cold. No, it was a respiratory infection. I had a cramp. I had a buildup of lactic acid. I had the flu -- IVs coming out of both arms. If I had a third arm, I would have had an IV coming out of that one, too. The doctor told me so. Well, he said it in Italian, but I'm pretty sure that's what he meant.
The Dust Bowl caused health threats. It created the dust pneumonia. In 1935, deaths in Kansas were a result of this dust pneumonia. People headed west to find new jobs. They could not live in this dangerous region.
“ Think of a friend. Now say to him or her, “Hey! You’ll never guess what just happened!!” That’s your starting point... your Invisible Lead. Now you’re ready to write the story with some energy, because when you begin this way, it’s impossible to follow with something boring like, “Suspected mass murderer Joe Blow was arraigned today”. No way. More likely the next line will be, “The man accused of massacring his family swears he didn’t do it.” Start with “Hey! You’ll never guess what just happened!” and it’s impossible to continue with, “Another interest rate hike by the Federal Reserve.” Rather, the energy flow will pour out something like, “That home you want to buy just got more expensive!”
“ I look at leads as my one frail opportunity to grab the reader. If I don’t grab them at the start, I can’t count on grabbing them in the middle, because they’ll never get to the middle. Maybe 30 years ago, I would give it a slow boil. Now, it’s got to be microwaved. I don’t look at my leads as a chance to show off my flowery writing. My leads are there to get you in and to keep you hooked to the story so that you can’t go away.” - Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press "Best Newspaper Writing 1996," Sports Writing
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3 Once the flour is cooked, stir the wine into the flour mixture slowly. Use a whisk to smooth the mixture. Slowly add cubes of Gruyere, Cheddar, and Emmentaler cheese; stir until cheese is melted. Transfer cheese mixture to fondue pot. Keep warm over low flame.
"And then the dispossessed were drawn west- from Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico; from Nevada and Arkansas, families, tribes, dusted out, tractored out. Car-loads, caravans, homeless and hungry; twenty thousand and fifty thousand and a hundred thousand and two hundred thousand. They streamed over the mountains, hungry and restless - restless as ants, scurrying to find work to do - to lift, to push, to pull, to pick, to cut - anything, any burden to bear, for food. The kids are hungry. We got no place to live. Like ants scurrying for work, for food, and most of all for land."
The relatives weren’t particular about beds, which was good since there weren’t any extras, so a few squeezed in with us and the rest slept on the floor, some with their arms thrown over the closest person, or some with an arm across one person and a leg across another.
It was different, going to sleep with all that new breathing in the house.
I want a man who knows what love is all about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior you have ruined me for other men I yearn for you I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart I can be happy forever will you let me be yours