His Imprint Newsletter

22 Dec

His Imprint Christian Writers
Issue #6            E-newsletter            August 2011
Bringing news & articles of interest to you as Christian writers. Writing quips & quotes:
Depending on the situation, her stories amused, soothed, entertained, inspired, and taught the listener in a way that was sincere and meaningful, but not overly preachy.  Although her stories often had a moral or a message, we never felt like that was the most important part; we just liked to hear the words. She wrote from her own experience partly because, as she said, she had “very little creative imagination, but a very good memory,” but also because that was what she knew best and felt most strongly about.  She saw both the amusing and the ironic in everyday things, and effectively used these viewpoints to get her message across.
Keith L Comstock, writing about his mother in the Foreword to her book, No Spring Chicken, by Eileen Comstock. Published by Fifth House Ltd.
HEAR YE, HEAR YE!
The next His Imprint meeting is planned for Sept 12, 2011.  We meet at Tomas the Cook Family Restaurant, 305 Idylwyld Dr. N, Saskatoon, SK, from 1 – 3 pm.  You’re all welcome to join us.
Other web sites of interest, events, contests, etc:
His Imprint website: https://hisimprint.wordpress.com
Inscribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship website: http://inscribe.org  Inscribe is hosting their fall conference at Wetaskiwin, AB Sept 31-Oct 1st; the keynote speaker will be Grace Fox.
The Word Guild‘s web site: http://www.thewordguild.com  Don’t miss getting your copy of The Second Cup of Hot Apple Cider  You’ll find it an inspiring book; it makes a great gift for family and friends, too.
The Word on the Street Festival in Saskatoon is coming up Sept 25th and His Imprint has rented a book table there.  To find out more about the Festival, visit their website: thewordonthestreet.ca/wots/saskatoon.
Deadline for the Novice Christian Writers Poetry contest is August 31st.  Check at http://www.utmostchristianwriters.com for more details.
Have an event or new release you want posted?  Send to Cathy at sunshine001@ sasktel.net
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THE EDITOR’S CORNER
Three Pet Peeves
The English language is changing constantly, sometimes for the best, sometimes not so much. There are several misuses currently in vogue that I would like to address:
1.  Lay / lie “Lay” means to place; “lie” means to recline or to fib. Wrong:  I’m going to lay down Right:  I’m going to lie down When using the word “lay” meaning “to place”, it will always have an object. Eg. I’m going to lay my hammer down. (Object is hammer) * The word “lay” is misused so often it’s becoming accepted. Let’s not be part of the problem.
2.  Raise / rise “Rise” means to go up or get up    Eg. I usually rise at seven; I rose at seven today; sometimes I have risen earlier. “Raise” means to bring something up. The verb “raise” always has an object.     Eg. I raise my hands; I raised my hands; I have raised my hands all day.
3. Set / sit “Sit” means to be seated     Wrong:  Just set down a spell.     Right:  Just sit down a spell. “Set” means to place. The verb will always have an object.     Eg. I set the pie on the counter. (Object is pie)
I hereby lay down my challenge, raise the banner, set the bar high as to the use of these common but sometimes tricky word pairs. Thanks to Woe is I by Patricia T. O’Conner (Grosset/Putnam) for helping me to sort this out in an understandable (I hope) manner.
Until next time, Per Snickety
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You learn to write with detail…by paying attention to the smallest things in your life.  It’s noticing those wrinkles in the hot dogs that makes your life different from the next person’s, that makes your life unique and worthy of being written about. Once you start writing, you’ll be surprised by how many forgotten details surface.  There’s something about the process of putting words on paper that stirs up all the little things.  Like one of those glass balls you shake and then watch the snowflakes fall back on the snowman.  The snow is all the memories.  You’re the snowman. Quote from Writing Brave & Free by Ted Kooser & Steve Cox, , University of Nebraska Press —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————–
“PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM”
A modern make-over of Pride and Prejudice, with apologies to Jane Austen
Chapter VI
The first time Darcy met Liz he was not impressed.  Their second meeting confirmed his opinion that she was nothing special in looks or polish.  The third time they were together he took note of the intelligent look in her dark eyes and, though her manners weren’t up to snuff with his crowd, he sensed in her an easy-going playfulness that appealed to him.  Wanting to learn more without being too obvious, he began to listen in on her conversations with others.  Liz soon caught on to this.
“Whatever is that Darcy fellow up to?” she asked her friend Charlotte at a party the Lucas family was hosting..  “I was talking with the Colonel and he sneaks up behind me to eavesdrop.  I’m sure he was; he’s done it several times lately.  If he does it again, I’m giving him what for.  Knowing what a snoot he is, he’s probably checking out all my grammar flaws, or trying to see if my conversations are as boring as my looks.”
“Now, Liz.  You wouldn’t dare lip off to His Highness.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?”  Liz arched her brows, a naughty twinkle in her eye.  “Seriously, if I don’t nail this thing soon, I’ll find myself looking over my shoulder whenever he’s around, wondering what he’s thinking, scared of making some major blooper.”
Darcy took this most inappropriate moment to stroll over the young ladies.  Liz, with a quick grin at Charlotte, launched her attack.
“Don’t you think, Mr Darcy, that I made some good points a bit ago, when I was telling Colonel Forster that the Redcoats should throw a ball and invite all us locals?
“You seemed to be on fire about it, but parties are a subject girls always get excited about.”
“You’re hard on us.  Parties aren’t the only thing we get enthused about.”
Charlotte, anxious to avert a major clash at her party, nudged Liz.  “Maybe you can get enthused about singing a few songs for us.  The piano’s waiting.”
“What kind of a friend are you, putting me on the spot like this!  If I had some real talent, you’d be invaluable, but I’d rather not perform when some folks here are accustomed to hearing only the very best.”
“Oh, come on, Liz.  You can do as well as anyone else here.  Sit down and play us a few songs.”
“Oh, all right.  If you insist.”
She sat down and played several songs, then gave up her seat to her sister Mary, who’d studied a lot of music and was always eager to show off what she could do.  Young couples began to pair off on the dance floor.
“Hello, Mr. Darcy,” said Bill Lucas as the two men met.  He nodded toward the dancers.  “Wouldn’t you like to dance, too?  I think it’s a great amusement for young people.  One of the perks of a polished society.”
“It’s also popular in less polished societies, too.” Darcy replied drily. “Every savage can dance.”
“Liz dear,” William Lucas called as she happened to pass by them.  “Why aren’t you dancing?”  He reached out and took her by the arm.  “Mr Darcy, may I present this young lady as a very acceptable partner for you.  I’m sure you’d be delighted to whirl around with such a beauty on your arm.”
Liz gasped.  ”Oh, Mr. Lucas.  I had no intention of dancing.  Please don’t think I came this way to beg for a partner!”
Though Darcy had been surprised by Bill’s suggestion, he followed through and asked her politely if she’d like to dance with him.  The idea actually appealed to him, but Liz was not at all interested.
Bill Lucas tried his best to persuade her, too.  “You’re such a good dancer, Liz.  So graceful.  I’d love to see you on the floor, and Mr. Darcy is willing.”
“He’s just being polite.”
“Well, perhaps.  But what an enticement you are, Liz; no wonder he’s willing.  Who would ever object to such a lovely partner as yourself?”
Liz arched her eyebrows, spun on her heel and marched away before she completely lost it.  Bill Lucas shrugged at Darcy, then wandered off to visit with a friend.
Chuck Bingley’s younger sister came along right then.  “Penny for your thoughts, Darcy?  Are you thinking what a drag this evening is?”
“No.  Actually I was thinking what a nice pair of eyes can do for a pretty face, especially when they’re on fire.”
“And who’s eyes, pray tell, are you referring too?”
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s.”
“Liz Bennet’s!  Well, how long has this been going on?  Will wedding bells soon be ringing?”
“You females are so swift at jumping to conclusions.  One compliment and bingo, you hear bells ringing.”
“I shall consider it a done deal.  Oh, what a mother-in-law you’ll get!”  Her laugh was sarcastic.
When she saw that her comments didn’t faze him, she chattered at length about how Liz and her family would fit in with his family and friends.  Darcy listened with half an ear and total indifference.  Though he was starting to admit that Liz was attractive, he’d never dream of marrying her.
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What’s Your Genre?
We are still needing contributions to “What’s Your Genre”; please send short auto-bios to Carol at harrison.fam@shaw.ca

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