Writing in the Twitter Generation

For those who aren’t aware, my husband pays my bills working as a college instructor. Recently, we were at a social gathering when someone speculated aloud that Twitter must be ruining the students’ abilities to write. My husband responded, much to everyone’s surprise, by saying, “Actually, I think it’s making them better writers.”

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Humor That Endures

I came across a DVD of A Fish Called Wanda┬áin the used bin at a local store the other day. A considerably less mature version of me saw this movie in the theater when it first came out, and thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. I often hesitate before picking up movies I have fond memories of, because all too often they don’t live up to the movie in my mind, but I grabbed this one. I watched it again the other night, and I was pleasantly surprised. The movie remains very, very engaging.

But much of it isn’t funny.

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Comp 101 for Fiction

Writing prose fiction involves writing paragraphs. I suppose it’s possible to write a story that’s one long paragraph, or to have every paragraph be only one sentence long. However, I suspect the novelty of such an approach would wear off very quickly (and, if you’re a slush reader, it’s already worn off long ago). But very few of us were taught in high school English class or in Comp 101 in college how to write a paragraph for fiction, and we’re left befuddled about when to put in a carriage return and indent the next line.

Well, after a great deal of soul-searching and a great deal of reading (both masterpieces that have been published and the unpublished material floating around crit groups everywhere) I’ve come to the conclusion that what you learned in Comp 101 still applies.

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Sometimes Life Intervenes

Well, I was going to do a post this week about how to write effective paragraphs. However, it was a very hectic week, so I put it off until today.

Unfortunately, on our way to the gym this morning, we found a turtle running up the middle of the street. Yes, running. As in, when I stopped the car and told my husband to get out and pick up the turtle, he kept missing it and had to jog to keep up with it. I had no idea red-eared sliders could move that fast.

As of a half hour ago, the turtle is back home, but we spent much of the day flyering the neighborhood and figuring out how to care for a guest turtle (in a home with a terrier and two cats). So, needless to say, today’s post didn’t happen. Look for it (hopefully) early next week.