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« Reply #15 on: March 08, 2008, 02:22:44 AM » |
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Butt two bee ore knot too bee, that is the question.
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« Reply #17 on: March 08, 2008, 08:28:50 AM » |
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Not bad. Abigail, lol! Thanks Senshi. You're all funny.
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« Reply #18 on: March 08, 2008, 09:53:32 AM » |
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« Reply #20 on: March 08, 2008, 10:35:16 PM » |
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I think it's a pirate thing Emsky...You know, Capt. Hook takes off his hook and fights with his wrist...
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« Reply #21 on: March 08, 2008, 10:50:09 PM » |
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I think it's a pirate thing Emsky...You know, Capt. Hook takes off his hook and fights with his wrist...
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« Reply #22 on: March 09, 2008, 07:54:53 AM » |
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« Reply #23 on: March 09, 2008, 12:40:21 PM » |
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« Reply #24 on: March 09, 2008, 07:20:39 PM » |
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Glad I could help...I hope you found windex in the supply closet Senshi...
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« Reply #25 on: March 12, 2008, 12:37:37 AM » |
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NO one has been in there lately. Maybe we'll need to reorder...
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« Reply #26 on: March 12, 2008, 05:12:49 PM » |
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Here's another great show vs. tell exercise dealing with descriptions: Jack is at an old farm house in December. Jack's mother died last month and left it to him. His mother was heavily in debt before she died. She was never a very orderly person. Given these facts, try to put them into a narrative that explains all of this while actively stimulating the mind. Look for ways to share the information without just coming out and saying out. One hint: you could show the last two items by having a lot of unpaid bills sprawled out over the kitchen table. Here's the way to get the maximum from this exercise ... All words over three letters in the example may not be reused. If you start from there, it will seem difficult at first, but you might be surprised where it leads you.  |
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« Reply #27 on: March 12, 2008, 08:56:04 PM » |
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I don't do writing exercises very often, but they can help when you're having trouble writing anything. It's nice writing something you have nothing invested in so I'll give this a go. I'm not sure I can "stimulate the mind" with this but here goes. The wind whistled and, although the furnace was working for the moment, Paul shivered. Deciding it was time for a break, he shoved the bill with its red past due stamp back into the envelope and thumped it down on the stack. He went to the battered refrigerator and pulled the door open to pick up a casserole. He poked at the petrified mass. He needed to dump the stuff out and figure out which of the women from a neighboring farm had left it for him after the funeral. They'd been kind when he'd returned for his mother's funeral, but they hadn't felt obliged to brave the icy weather to feed him after the first weeks. He went to the cabinet and opened it to find a can of something to heat up for supper. Corned beef hash. Well, it would be kind of edible if he fried an egg to go on top. As he pulled the can out, two envelopes fell onto the counter. Paul sighed as he picked them up. An oil bill and a repair bill on the furnace. He tapped them against his palm. Were they already among the dozen on the table? He rubbed his forehead and decided he would think about it after he ate. Where it lay on the counter, the flier from one of the nearby town's realtors caught his eye. Maybe it was time to give her a call. Selling the old place would solve a lot of these problem. |
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I don't do writing exercises very often, but they can help when you're having trouble writing anything. It's nice writing something you have nothing invested in so I'll give this a go. I'm not sure I can "stimulate the mind" with this but here goes. The wind whistled and, although the furnace was working for the moment, Paul shivered. Deciding it was time for a break, he shoved the bill with its red past due stamp back into the envelope and thumped it down on the stack. He went to the battered refrigerator and pulled the door open to pick up a casserole. He poked at the petrified mass. He needed to dump the stuff out and figure out which of the women from a neighboring farm had left it for him after the funeral. They'd been kind when he'd returned for his mother's funeral, but they hadn't felt obliged to brave the icy weather to feed him after the first weeks. He went to the cabinet and opened it to find a can of something to heat up for supper. Corned beef hash. Well, it would be kind of edible if he fried an egg to go on top. As he pulled the can out, two envelopes fell onto the counter. Paul sighed as he picked them up. An oil bill and a repair bill on the furnace. He tapped them against his palm. Were they already among the dozen on the table? He rubbed his forehead and decided he would think about it after he ate. Where it lay on the counter, the flier from one of the nearby town's realtors caught his eye. Maybe it was time to give her a call. Selling the old place would solve a lot of these problem. Excellent! Kudos and all that |
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