Showing posts with label Word of the Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Word of the Day. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Home (second edition)


Could that be your perfect writing retreat?

What is home can only be defined individually. 

And don't be surprised if it changes over time.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Another Spring...

Aww, here it's a hot summer day..., so it's hard to feel like spring again... But the other meaning of the word might suit our writing hopes quite as well! Look...


This is the second-largest well of my province. If you stand still for a while and look closer at the surface, you can see the sand and sulphur move in places, and how continuously the bubbles are rising from the ground... A curious feeling, actually. Let's find springs!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Writing Spring

Summer in the Yukon is here, although it's only June, come August it will start to cool off and the leaves will start to change. This Spring we tackled the lawn, which had turned mostly to moss and spent a whole week stripping off moss to replant, what a job.

I thought for the word of the day today I would post Spring. I realize I probably posted it before a long time ago, but it might be a good start as I hope to spring back into more writing this summer :)


This photo is from a tree on our lawn. I'm not sure what kind it is, but it gets beautiful small white flowers. I took it last week and they are already out in full bloom this week.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Saturday, November 23, 2013

"Nonpareil"

Happy to announce we are planning on taking up our series of writing prompts again!



How about using an old-fashioned word like "nonpareil" today? As a name for an equally old-fashioned love cookie covered in coloured beads, to describe a certain script you didn't even know it exists until today, for a unique species of insect, or for an extraordinary moment in time...?

(By the way, this naturally is no Clifden nonpareil, also called blue underwing, or Catocala fraxini. Still I hardly can believe this moment actually happened right in my garden, right this autumn.)

Friday, March 29, 2013

High Time 2

High time in the summit on the way to Skagway, Alaska.


"High Time"...

...to post a new word of the day for our writing!



High time to run and hide?
High time to sit and listen?
High time to hide some eggs?
High time to...?

I wish you Happy Easter (writing)!

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Abandoned - twice

Abandoned nearly 100 years ago, Dredge #4, in Dawson City, Yukon Territory, Canada, has become the home of this Raven's nest. Incidentally, one year after this picture was taken the Canadian Government also cut funding to Parks Canada and caused the closure of this national historic viewing site and consequently, unless funding or a private company takes it over, individuals are no longer obtain tours of this important historical monument.

Abandoned


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Graupel


How about writing a story including as many words for snow you know in your language?

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Roan Horses


Whenever I think of Roan, I always think of horse. I don't know why, but perhaps as a description... the roan, like the pinto or the paint. Here my 3 sons, 10, 7 and 3, with Cindy and Bandit. These were 2 of the three the horses my mother owned when we visited on her ranch in 2005.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Roan

                                          I always marvel at the special colour of Alder buds, somewhere between violet and grey seen from the side lying in shade, more brownish-red in sunlight, like here. I would like to include something roan in a story.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Listening to Reflection


There must be a mind to reflect on even the smallest being. Reflection: light writing down the silent story of things.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Reflection

Reflect, see, think, wonder. To mirror a life, a story, an ending. Reflecting on the unknown.

Thee benches looking out at the reflections of the sky and water remind me of a silent audience on the brink of discovery and adventure in the theatre of lives... the silent watcher, invisible witness and yet the cheer leader, the emotive audience which laughs and cries with the character as they struggle through their song.

Imprint, too


Sunday, January 13, 2013

Imprint


"...like stamped into the night sky."

Also: "It was over, but there was still a vivid afterglow of the evening at the back of her mind...".

Where in your story will the new word end up?

Could this be a CUSP as well?


This is a new word in my vocabulary list, and what different things it can mean! Thank you for introducing it to me, Léonie! Correct me if I apply it wrong.

Friday, January 4, 2013