Sunday, July 27, 2008

Day Two of City Author Visits Country Author

Here's the latest and it is less than a minute long. As I mentioned in the last post, if you click on the 4 tiny arrows to the right of the "play" function, you'll see it big screen.

Day Two: Of City Author Visits Country Author--A Sequel? from Lynn H on Vimeo.

Forecast: Bunnies, sheep or goats next? Or maybe more chickens? And don't forget the calves!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

City Author Visits Country Author

Guess what, Imaginary Readers?

A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to visit my good friend and fellow author, Ellen Yeomans at the farm where she works. Ellen recently posted on her Reluctant Blogger that she is writing a middle grade novel and that some chickens (and maybe a crazy feather-head exotic chicken who might be an unwanted rooster) were helping her with research for that novel.

More later on the happy pigs and funny bunnies.

But in the meantime, check it out! (helpful hint: to watch the video full screen, simply click on the 4 tiny arrows on the far right of the "play" function.)

City Author Visits Country Author from Lynn H on Vimeo.">

Forecast: Pigs, bunnies, and more Farm Reports. Plus Ellen's new middle grade novel!

Friday, July 4, 2008

We're Back with Bad Poetry Friday-- Join us as Jules & Eisha Share Seven Impossible Stanzas...

Hold on to your coffee mugs, folks. It's time for Bad Poetry Friday...

Lynn says: Hmmm. That was supposed to be all one poem, but Blogger shrunk it really tiny (squint below). So I had to divide it into smaller chunks to make it show up a bigger, readable size. Anyone know how to get rid of the tiny border boxes? I suspect it has to do with my template choice. Please just imagine that those little boxes around the stanzas don't exist, okay?

Otherwise it would look like this:

Forecast: Poetry Police! I hear the sirens already...

Okay our Poetry Police just got this on their radar. Here's what the Poetry Police have to say: "Good poem. So smart and funny. Hmm, okay these people aren't even trying anymore. To write a bad poem you have to expend a little effort: wrack your brain for the cliche--it will come. But if you insist on being original and funny, well I'm afraid I can't help. Bad Poetry Friday? We just can't get there from here."

You heard it folks, we need worse bad poetry than this. Don't be afraid.
Remember: Let’s force more rhymes
Let’s mess with the meter
Let’s lower the bar from now on.

So come back next week to the Imaginary Blog because every Friday--
The Rhymes, They Are a Changing….

Come creative people, please heed the call
Send us BAD POETRY, or no poetry at all…
Here's how to play

Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Juggernauts are on a Roll! And They're Just in Time for Bad Poetry Friday!

Yikes, imaginary readers, look out...

Jules & Eisha at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast promised me weeks ago that they'd send me a "wretched poem" for the Imaginary Blog's Bad Poetry Friday contest--a poem in two voices no less.

They've been poetry-building back and forth for weeks now.

How bad is it? Come back bright and early Friday morning to see. It'll bloggle your mind so have your coffee mugs ready....

In the meantime, I bet I wasn't the only one running to the dictionary to find the meaning of Juggernaut. So perhaps one picture from Project Gutenberg and a definition from Wikipedia will come in handy?

"The Car of Juggernaut, as depicted in the 1851 Illustrated London Reading Book"

"The word is derived from the Sanskrit Jagannātha[1] (meaning "Lord of the universe") which is one of the many names of Krishna from the ancient Vedic scriptures of India...A juggernaut is a term used to describe a force regarded as unstoppable, that will crush all in its path..."

Find out more at

And if you squint your eyes at the picture above I am sure you'll see Jules & Eisha. And why are we talking about Juggernauts? See Jules' Pyramidy Thingy and her explanation that follows on June 28's Tale of 3 Blogs below.

Bad Poetry Friday? Here's how to play.

Forecast: The Rhymes They Are a Changing