The Spanish Pig.
On a warm summer night in Madrid, the sound of pig was everywhere. Not the squeals and snorts you were expecting, the swishing and swallowing of people consuming pig with every course. The Spaniards are not shy about their love of pork. All pork. And not from head to toe, from ear to toe. Every delectable morsel. Especially the baby pigs. The succulent sucklings. The sweetest, most tender meat, ever to almost
not exist. To look at them could be frightening. They were smooth and shiny skinned babies; but this was mostly a tourist's problem, never a Spaniards. Pigs have been on the butchering table in Spain for centuries. Long enough for their fate to be woven into their knowledge of existence. Yet they still fought it. Especially the sucklings. Too young understand their fate per se, they nonetheless sensed when was coming more than any adult pig ever did. They knew when death was coming, just from the sound of the approaching footsteps. They were heavier than usual, because of the knife in the farmer's hand. Thats how in tune sucklings were with their last moments. Too slow to run andtoo immature to figure out a plan however, they succumbed to the blade every time.Until Herve. Herve the suckling pig, who fooled them all and lived longer than any pig ever lived in Spain. This is his story...
Analu and her Rainbow Lollipop / Sam and his Magic Bag of Cookies
Genre: Educational children's stories. One teaches the colours of the rainbow, the other teaches about compromise in friendship
Age range: 3 to 7yrs
Word count: 1260 and 1600
Why is this project a good fit: As long as there are parents out there who read with their kids, there will be an appreciation of the ability to bond with them through their favourite stories.
Me: I love writing children's books and also personal interest stories. I enjoy writing about the psychology behind my topic and my style tends to be heavily based on background information with articulate descriptions of characters/events/people/times/places.
I also write reports for a regulatory body for a living.
My hometown is Toronto, ON and my hobbies are creative writing, baking and working
1)I began to write in my early twenties; primarily in the way I would write a letter to a friend. I would create elaborate stories behind the things that I was describing to them. From there, I began writing children's stories.
2) When it's good writing, when it makes me laugh out loud or cry as I'm telling the story, then writing makes me feel good about myself and what I can accomplish. If I manage to write a beautiful sentence, describe an event or experience so that the reader is transported, there is no better high that I could get. Writing provides a safe space where I can feel comfortable expressing myself, without pressure to perform anything on the spot. I can take my time, really think about characters and sometimes get in so deep that there is nothing else I can think about. And although it doesn't always go well, writing is an amazing best friend, that challenges me.
3) My ultimate writing goal is to write a really, good book - and my immediate goal is to contribute articles to a magazine.
"Alright class, sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late. I got stuck in the parking lot. Had to help Security; a woman dropped her purse down one of those man hole things at the entrance to the building. The kind that just look like prison bars? I don't know what that one is for, maybe access to a tunnel or something. Anyway, I had a crowbar in my trunk. which I lent them to prop the thing up and get the purse out. Luckily. Had her phone in it, wallet, keys. She got lucky. Ok, moving on. Moral of the story, always carry a crowbar. So, we left off last class discussing South American agriculture. We were talking about staples: corn, wheat, amaranth with a focus on the medicinal uses and values of plants, herbs and spices..."
What if green = violence?
If green = violence, physchology books would have an added chapter. How would we reconcile? Would we avoid grass and stay out of the forests? Or would we embrace the chaos and perverse liberation? If green = violence, we must introduce a new colour that = peace, to maintain balance between the two. Newton's third: for every action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction.
The older I get...
The older I get, the more peaceful I feel, inspired I become and saddened that it took this long to get here.
Everyday is the Same
Open eyes don't see
He reaks havoc with each step
My time to build web