In Literary circles, Margaret Atwood is a phenomenon. Prolific Writing Material? BEYOND WORDS!
When ‘The Handmaiden’s Tale’ originally came out, Women didn’t exactly ‘take’ to the book, and skipped over her other titles for reasons that remain a mystery to me.
Now, for Literature aficionados,- whole different story(pun NOT intended). What they recognized, as well as myself, was a writer so completely in charge of Her thoughts that getting them onto paper in the most brilliantly fashioned manner was amazingly simple in view(to us), but far deeper than most writers are able to swim.
Times change, people change, views change, readers change.
With the Women’s movement bigger and stronger than ever it was ZERO surprise to this astute cultural observer that ‘The Handmaiden’s Tale’ would not only make a comeback, but return with a mission statement that won’t be going bye bye anytime soon. Better late than never!
‘The Robber Bride.’ Atwood’s funniest satire on three women hellbent on getting back at one woman who had her way with their men. Now, given that this book is written by Margaret The Great, the story is by far no slim novella, with cutesy lines interrupting clean white paper. The book is ferociously pointed toward specific microcosms, each female character depicting a socio-economic region.
Atwood writes objectively, not subjectively, fairly painting portraits that remain captured in oil, framed in Oak.
The humor is indeed sharp, but it doesn’t cut, that’s not Atwood’s way.
Having read all of Atwood’s fiction, non-fiction, essays, children’s books, and transcripts from given speeches, this first title mention is not the last; future categories will mention other works very much worth your time.
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”Isn’t every story or poem about love in one way or another?” On the EVENT blog: Stephanie Sirois interviews Patricia Young about her new book of poetry, ”Amateurs at Love” www.eventmagazine.ca
Don’t ever let them tell you that your dreams are too big or too small. That you’ll never make it in this world. That you’re too old to go back to school. That you need to get married before you become undesirable. That it’s too late to turn your life around. That what you want is impossible to achieve.
Here’s the reality that no one will tell you.
You’ll climb the highest mountains and hit new platforms if you know it’s good for you. Those who tell you you’re too old to do something haven’t done it themselves, so they are in no position to give you advice or direction. There is no rule book to life or a predetermined age requirement for the different stages that you arrive at. As long as there is air flowing through your lungs and you’re alive and well, it’s never too late to do anything. Those who say things are impossible are not risk takers. They don’t know what their full potential is, because they haven’t allowed themselves to make mistakes. They’re the ones who play it safe and give in to mediocrity. They settle for average results even when they know they’re capable of being above average. They’re the ones who speak from a place of deep regret. They deflect their energy away from themselves and onto you because it makes them feel better about their own life. They know very well that they don’t have the strength or courage to face the difficult decisions you’ve found yourself up against. And yet—they still try to discourage you? Believe me when I say their words hold no value.
If someone feeds your mind with self-doubting beliefs in an attempt to make you think that you need to be in constant acceleration mode, tell them this:
You don’t own me. I own myself. Your way of life may be right for you, but it’s not right for me. I know I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m working on it. I won’t stop putting in the work until I reach the destination I have envisioned. And when I get there, I’ll continue working hard to preserve my happiness and peace—for myself. You don’t get to dictate that for me. That’s my job. Although I appreciate the interest and concern you have for my life, rest assured I am in good hands.
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Hey, can you pass me a kleenex?
Throw that old thing in the dumpster.
Keep it warm in your thermos.
At some point, certain brand names make their way so far into the English lexicon that they came to stand in for all items of that nature. This is called a proprietary eponym, or a generic trademark. Kleenex, Dumpster, and Thermos, are all registered trademarks of particular brands, but we use them to mean all similar items, regardless of brand.
When creating fictional worlds, think of how you might create proprietary eponyms that fit in those worlds, and what their use might signify. When writing non-fiction, remember to be aware of proprietary eponyms, and choose to use them deliberately, or avoid them all together. Can you please pass me a tissue? .
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Crossing my 🤞🏻and my 🦶🏻, the perfect KICK-OFF to 2019 and the 📚release of ‘F*CK THE SCALE - The Naked Truth in becoming a WARR;OR’
The first WWII book I ever read and still one of my favourites, "and no birds sang" by Farely Mowat. The book chronicles his experiences fighting in Italy where he served as the Intelligence Officer for the Hastings and Prince Edward Regiment. An outdoorsman before the war when he returned home he withdrew even further into the most remote regions of Canada seeking peace. He lived much of his life in the Arctic where he studied the lives of Canada's Inuit and wolves. He wrote extensively about the lives of people and animals in the North and is one of Canada's most celebrated authors.
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Did you ace your elementary school spelling bee? Perhaps I’m dating myself, but back in those days, we didn’t have computers or spell check to fix our spelling mistakes for us. We had to memorize everything ourselves, and it’s worth noting that human eyes are still better at catching spelling and grammar errors than a computer.
The English language is full of delightfully inconsistent idiosyncrasies, and human proofreaders still have the advantage of understanding language, creativity, story, flow, and the inherent flexibility of many grammar and spelling rules, in a way that can truly enhance and polish your writing.
Proofreading is an essential step before any writing project goes to publication, whether it be a blog being posted online, an email blast being sent to subscribers, or a novel being submitted to KDP.
P.S. In case you are wondering, I’m only thirty. However, the only purpose of our school computers back in 1997 was to die of dysentery on the Oregon Trail.
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Just because something didn’t go as planned, it doesn’t mean you’re not destined for great things.
When life knocks you down, the motivation to rise above your failures becomes stronger. If you don’t experience the fall, how else will you learn to find the strength to stand up? If you don’t fail, how else will you find your motivation to succeed?
Discouragement is a feeling that usually accompanies failure. That’s only because people are generally not open to trying new things to see what works and what doesn’t work. They get fixated on one person, one dream, or one goal, that they refuse to see what else is out there for them. These limiting beliefs are what cause a person to see a glass as half full—instead of being grateful that they even have a glass. They refuse to venture out of their comfort zone to find their place in the world which results in settling for the things that make them feel safe. And when something doesn’t work out, they crumble and become prone to being swallowed up by their circumstances.
I’m a big advocate for following your greatest passions, but I also think it’s vital to always have a backup plan engraved in the back of your mind. It doesn’t mean you’re expecting things not to work out. It means you’re being proactive in clearing the road to your future. If you’re not constantly planning, your life will always be under construction and you’ll have a harder time letting go of things. You, yourself, are a constant work in progress—and progression moves forward, not backwards.
If you don’t try, you’ll never know. And if you never take the chances, you’ll always carry that regret with you. When you’re on your death bed and you look back at your life, do you want to wish you could have done things differently—or would you rather be at peace knowing that everything you did was a result of your own decisions? Wouldn’t you rather know that everything you did was what you actually wanted to do? If you failed at something, it means you took a risk.
Timing is important for many reasons—but if you’re constantly allowing yourself to put things off, you’ll always find excuses not to do something. It will always be the wrong time.
perform tonight, and WOW, What a beautiful experience. Honest, powerful, charming, hilarious, painful, relatable and heartfelt all at once. I enjoyed every second of this evening. Like many people out there, I’m so enchanted by Rupi Kaur poems. They’re simple but say so much. Her words have mirrored many feelings I’ve had regarding pain and loss, heartbreak, depression, learning to love myself and the importance in finding beauty in the mundane. I so relate to the concept of wilting and falling in order to root and then rise.
I also love that the majority of the people the audience were women. I hear critics of Rupi Kaur’s writing, that she’s too simple or not literary, and to that I say, so what? Her words have empowered people and clearly touched many considering her popularity. Isn’t this the point of art? I’m also just happy to see people reading and supporting a female Canadian artist of colour. Perhaps she was someone’s gateway into poetry or writing, inspiring a new generation of writers and readers, which I am all for. Thank you, Rupi, for sharing with us tonight. Can’t wait for book three 🤩
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Merry Christmas, everyone.
#ho #ho #ho
*please note this is the official substitute for our Christmas photo due to extreme tiredness and a case of too much shit to do combined with last years Staples Christmas card fiasco #neveragain
we will not be printing any cards but really who cares no one because don’t nobody need more pictures of me and my kids hell i’m sick of our faces thank you for your cooperation in the matter don’t forget to subscribe to my blog this has been my ted talk*
Found out my Meyers-Briggs personality so if someone doesn't believe in astrology I can hit em with that social science ~stuff~
Also, I know my handwriting is comme ci comme ça so here's how it reads:
I've been starving for days,
And the hunger in my chest
Grows louder every day.
It growls for something
I know not how to give.
And I am so weak.
My stomach is full--
Filled with all the fears
I have fed it for months on end.
It cries out "no more",
But I don't know how else to
I fear I've made a terrible mistake--
My chest tightens,
Another hard pill to swallow,
And no spoonful of sugar
To help it go down.
I am alone
And I am starving.