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		<title>September/October 2009 Project: Libraries</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Earlier this week, I read that ALL the public libraries in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, will be closed effective October 2nd, because of state budget issues. Not just one branch, the entire library system. While I don&#8217;t live anywhere near Philadelphia, and while I personally prefer bookstore-cafes to libraries, I grew up haunting the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Earlier this week, I read that ALL the public libraries in the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, will be closed effective October 2nd, because of state budget issues. Not just one branch, the entire library system. While I don&#8217;t live anywhere near Philadelphia, and while I personally prefer bookstore-cafes to libraries, I grew up haunting the public libraries in various cities, and this strikes me as deeply tragic. </p>
<p>The theme for this Project, then, is LIBRARIES.</p>
<p>This theme will remain open until October 16th or 17th. Please remember to include the option number, your name as you want it posted, and your direct link in comments.</em></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option One: <em>Seven Things</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.</em><br />
~Lemony Snicket
</p></blockquote>
<p>In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going to go around in a circle here, but if you’re drawn to lists, this prompt is for you.</p>
<p>Give me a list of <em>seven things that make a library good</em>. These can be real or imagined, physical or intangible. Have fun with it. As always, explanations are welcome, but not obligatory.</p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Two: <em>Pick Three</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>The library connects us with the insight and knowledge, painfully extracted from Nature, of the greatest minds that ever were, with the best teachers, drawn from the entire planet and from all our history, to instruct us without tiring, and to inspire us to make our own contribution to the collective knowledge of the human species.  I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.</em><br />
~Carl Sagan
</p></blockquote>
<p>Pick at least three of the following words, and build a piece of writing around them. The form is up to you: poem, scene, flash-fic, essay, or general blog entry. (As always, you can pluralize, change tense, or alter the part of speech, if necessary.)</p>
<p><strong>civilization, culture, extracted, history, insight, knowledge, support, tiring</strong></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Three: <em>Can You Picture That?</em></strong><br />
Use the the following photo to inspire a piece of writing in any form (poetry, prose, whatever).<br />
(Please remember to copy the image to your own server, and include the photo credit when it is known.)</p>
<p><center><a href="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/090910cafewriting.jpg"><img src="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/090910cafewriting-300x199.jpg" alt="090910cafewriting" title="090910cafewriting" width="300" height="199" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-174" /></a></center></p>
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<center><small>Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_search.php?action=file&#038;userID=12239">track5 via iStockPhoto</a><br /> Click for larger image. </small></center></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Four: <em>Poetry</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em><br />
The library is not a shrine for the worship of books.  It is not a temple where literary incense must be burned or where one&#8217;s devotion to the bound book is expressed in ritual.  A library, to modify the famous metaphor of Socrates, should be the delivery room for the birth of ideas &#8211; a place where history comes to life.</em><br />
~Norman Cousins
</p></blockquote>
<p>Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about <em>devotion expressed in ritual</em>.<br />
<center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Five: <em>Fiction</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>What a place to be in is an old library!  It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state.  I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets.  I could as soon dislodge a shade.  I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.</em><br />
~Charles Lamb</p></blockquote>
<p>Using the above quotation as your inspiration, write a flash-fic, scene, or short story involving <em>an old library</em>.</p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Six: <em>Timed Writing</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark&#8230;. In any library in the world, I am at home, unselfconscious, still and absorbed.</em><br />
~Germaine Greer
</p></blockquote>
<p>Take nine minutes (use all nine, but don’t go over), and write on the subject of <em>libraries</em>.<br />
This is a timed exercise and it’s expected that it won’t be perfect. Any format &#8211; fiction, essay, verse &#8211; is welcome.</p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p>Don&#8217;t forget to comment here with your name, the title of your piece, the selected option number, and the direct link to it. </p>
<p><strong>Happy Writing, and Happy Book-browins</strong></p>
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		<title>May/June 2009 Project: The Magic of Milne</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 13:09:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From the moment I was first introduced to Winnie the Pooh as a child, I was entranced as much by the story as by the author&#8217;s use of language. As I grew older, I was given books of A. A. Milne&#8217;s poetry, which is equally enchanting. For the very late May/June Project, I therefore ask [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><center><div id="attachment_155" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 459px"><a href="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/090518-image.gif"><img src="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/090518-image.gif" alt="The actual Pooh (and friends) today.  " title="090518-image" width="449" height="213" class="size-full wp-image-155" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The actual Pooh (and friends) today.  </p></div></center></p>
<p><em>From the moment I was first introduced to <strong>Winnie the Pooh</strong> as a child, I was entranced as much by the story as by the author&#8217;s use of language. As I grew older, I was given books of A. A. Milne&#8217;s poetry, which is equally enchanting. For the very late May/June Project, I therefore ask you to indulge me in this celebration of A. A. Milne. I think you&#8217;ll find that he has much to offer adult readers, just as he always had much to offer children. </p>
<p>This project will be open until June 14th, or so. </em></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option One<em>Fiction</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>The Queen said,<br />
&#8220;Oh!&#8221;<br />
And went to<br />
His Majesty:<br />
&#8220;Talking of the butter for<br />
The Royal slice of bread,<br />
Many people<br />
Think that<br />
Marmalade<br />
Is nicer.<br />
Would you like to try a little<br />
Marmalade<br />
Instead?&#8221;</em><br />
~A. A. Milne, &#8220;The King&#8217;s Breakfast&#8221;
</p></blockquote>
<p>Using the above quotation as your inspiration, write a flash-fic, scene, or short story involving <em>breakfast</em>.</p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Two: <em>Timed Writing</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>&#8220;Well,&#8221; said Pooh, &#8220;what I like best &#8212; &#8221; and then he had to stop and think.  Because although Eating Honey <strong>was</strong> a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn&#8217;t know what it was called.</em><br />
~A. A. Milne, <em>Winnie the Pooh</em>
</p></blockquote>
<p>Take seven minutes (use all seven, but don’t go over), and write on the subject of <em>anticipation</em>.<br />
This is a timed exercise and it’s expected that it won’t be perfect. Any format &#8211; fiction, essay, verse &#8211; is welcome.</p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Three: <em>Seven Things</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>James James<br />
Morrison Morrison<br />
(Commonly known as Jim)<br />
Told his<br />
Other relations<br />
Not to go blaming <strong>him.</strong><br />
James James<br />
<strong>Said </strong>to his Mother,<br />
&#8220;Mother,&#8221; he said, said he:<br />
&#8220;You must never go down to the end of the town<br />
without consulting me.&#8221;</em><br />
~A. A. Milne, &#8220;Disobedience&#8221;
</p></blockquote>
<p>In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going to go around in a circle here, but if you’re drawn to lists, this prompt is for you.</p>
<p>Give me <em>seven things your parents often told you, when you were a child.</em>. Alternatively, give me, <em>seven naughty things you did as a child</em>.You&#8217;re not required to explain the items in your list, but it&#8217;s more fun for readers if you do.<br />
<center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Four: <em>Pick Three</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em>Then he began to think of all the things Christopher Robin would want to tell him when he came back from wherever he was going to, and how muddling it would be for a Bear of Very Little Brain to try and get them right in his mind. &#8220;So perhaps,&#8221; he said sadly to himself, &#8220;Christopher Robin won&#8217;t tell me any more,&#8221; and he wondered if being a Faithful Knight meant that you just went on being faithful without being told things..</em><br />
~A. A. Milne, <em>Winnie the Pooh</em>
</p></blockquote>
<p>Pick at least three of the following words, and build a piece of writing around them. The form is up to you: poem, scene, flash-fic, essay, or general blog entry. If you want to be really daring, write in the style of Milne. (As always, you can pluralize, change tense, or alter the part of speech, if necessary.)<br />
<strong>bear, brain, faithful, going, muddling, perhaps, sadly, wherever, wondered</strong></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center><br />
<strong>Option Five <em>Can You Picture That?</em></strong><br />
Use the the following photo to inspire a piece of writing in any form (poetry, prose, whatever).<br />
(Please remember to copy the image to your own server, and include photo credit when it is known.)</p>
<p><a href="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/2009may-june.jpg"><img src="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/2009may-june.jpg" alt="2009may-june" title="2009may-june" width="426" height="282" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-156" /></a></p>
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<center><small>Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_search.php?action=file&#038;userID=456586">Tony Campbell</a></small></center></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p><strong>Option Six <em>Poetry</em></strong></p>
<blockquote><p>
<em><br />
&#8220;Let&#8217;s frighten the dragons.&#8221; I said to Pooh.<br />
&#8220;That&#8217;s right,&#8221; said Pooh to Me.<br />
&#8220;<strong>I&#8217;m</strong> not afraid,&#8221; I said to Pooh,<br />
And I held his paw and I shouted , &#8220;Shoo!<br />
Silly old dragons!&#8221; &#8211; and off they flew.<br />
&#8220;I wasn&#8217;t afraid,&#8221; said Pooh, said he,<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;m<strong> never</strong> afraid with you.&#8221; </em><br />
~A. A. Milne, &#8220;Us Two&#8221;
</p></blockquote>
<p>Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about <em>a real or imaginary best friend</em></p>
<p><center>* ~ * ~ *</center></p>
<p>Don&#8217;t forget to comment here with your name, the title of your piece, the selected option number, and the direct link to it. Please note that comments from new participants or with more than one link are held for manual approval, and may not show up immediately. </p>
<p><strong>Happy Writing!</strong></p>
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		<title>July/August Project</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 06:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again My My, just how much I’ve missed you? Yes, I’ve been broken-hearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia, now I really know My my, I should [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><br />
    Mamma mia, here I go again<br />
    My my, how can I resist you?<br />
    Mamma mia, does it show again<br />
    My My, just how much I’ve missed you?<br />
    Yes, I’ve been broken-hearted<br />
    Blue since the day we parted<br />
    Why, why did I ever let you go?<br />
    Mamma mia, now I really know<br />
    My my, I should not have let you go<br />
    – “Mamma Mia,” ABBA</em></p>
<p>Welcome to the July/August Project at Café Writing, and many apologies for being late. Again. This month’s prompts are light and fluffy, and, in honor of the opening of the movie Mamma Mia, based on the songs of ABBA, so put on your favorite retro clothing and find a beat you can write to.</p>
<p>For guidelines, please see The Rules. Remember that you should leave a comment with your link, including the title of the piece that you wrote, and the appropriate option number. Also, I would encourage everyone to visit the blogs of CW participants &#8211; most of our Regulars have amazing writing on their sites throughout the month.</p>
<p>If this is your first time here, please be aware that comments from first-time posters are held in queue until they’re approved by a live person.<br />
* * * * *<br />
<strong><br />
Option One: Seven Things</strong></p>
<p> <em>   Half past twelve<br />
    And I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone<br />
    How I hate to spend the evening on my own<br />
    Autumn winds<br />
    Blowing outside my window as I look around the room<br />
    And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom<br />
    There’s not a soul out there<br />
    No one to hear my prayer</p>
<p>    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight<br />
    Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away<br />
    Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight<br />
    Take me through the darkness to the break of the day<br />
    –”Gimme Gimme Gimme,” ABBA</em></p>
<p>In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going to go around in a circle here, but if you’re drawn to lists, this prompt is for you.</p>
<p>So, gimme (give me) seven things that cause shadows in your life<br />
OR<br />
Gimme seven things that you do to chase the shadows away.</p>
<p>You are not required to provide any explanations, but it’s more interesting for readers if you do.</p>
<p>* * * * *</p>
<p><strong>Option Two: Pick Three</strong></p>
<p>    <em>I don’t wanna talk<br />
    About things we’ve gone through<br />
    Though it’s hurting me<br />
    Now it’s history<br />
    I’ve played all my cards<br />
    And that’s what you’ve done too<br />
    Nothing more to say<br />
    No more ace to play</p>
<p>    The winner takes it all<br />
    The loser standing small<br />
    Beside the victory<br />
    That’s her destiny<br />
    I was in your arms<br />
    Thinking I belonged there<br />
    I figured it made sense<br />
    Building me a fence<br />
    Building me a home<br />
    Thinking I’d be strong there<br />
    But I was a fool<br />
    Playing by the rules</p>
<p>    The gods may throw a dice<br />
    Their minds as cold as ice<br />
    And someone way down here<br />
    Loses someone dear</p>
<p>    The winner takes it all<br />
    The loser has to fall<br />
    It’s simple and it’s plain<br />
    Why should I complain?<br />
    – “Winner Takes it All,” ABBA<br />
</em><br />
Pick at least three of the following eight words, and write a paragraph, scene, flash-fic, essay, blog entry or poem using them. It’s fine to change tenses, or pluralize if you want to, but please bold the words you choose.<br />
<strong><br />
talk, belong, victory, destiny, plain, strong, rules, dear</strong></p>
<p>* * * * *<br />
<strong><br />
Option Three: Can You Picture That?</strong></p>
<p>Use either or both of the following photos to inspire an entry in any form &#8211; fiction, essay, poetry.. Bonus – somehow connect the two photos in a single piece.</p>
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<p><center><a href="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/julyproject1.jpg"><img src="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/julyproject1-300x199.jpg" alt="" title="julyproject1" width="300" height="199" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-27" /></a><br /> <small>Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com">iStockPhoto</a></small></center></p>
<p><center><a href="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/julyproject2.jpg"><img src="http://www.cafewriting.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/julyproject2-300x211.jpg" alt="" title="julyproject2" width="300" height="211" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-28" /></a><br /> <small>Photo Credit: <a href="http://www.istockphoto.com">iStockPhoto</a></small></center></p>
<p>* * * * *<br />
<strong><br />
Option Four: Poetry</strong></p>
<p>    <em>Sleep in our eyes<br />
    Her and me at the breakfast table<br />
    Barely awake<br />
    I let precious time go by<br />
    Then when she’s gone<br />
    There’s that odd melancholy feeling<br />
    And a sense of guilt<br />
    I can’t deny<br />
    What happened to the wonderful adventures<br />
    The places I had planned for us to go<br />
    Well some of that we did<br />
    But most we didn’t<br />
    And why I just don’t know<br />
    – “Slipping Through My Fingers,” ABBA</em></p>
<p>Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about precious time going by or about planned adventures &#8211; or both.<br />
* * * * *</p>
<p><strong>Option Five: Fiction</strong></p>
<p>    <em>The summer air was soft and warm<br />
    The feeling right, the Paris night<br />
    Did it’s best to please us<br />
    And strolling down the Elysee<br />
    We had a drink in each cafe<br />
    And you<br />
    You talked of politics, philosophy and I<br />
    Smiled like Mona Lisa<br />
    We had our chance<br />
    It was a fine and true romance</p>
<p>    I can still recall our last summer<br />
    I still see it all<br />
    Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain<br />
    Our last summer<br />
    Memories that remain<br />
    – “Our Last Summer,” ABBA</em></p>
<p>Write a flash-fic, scene, or short story involving either a fine and true romance or memories that remain.</p>
<p>* * * * *<br />
<strong><br />
Option Six: Timed Writing</strong></p>
<p>    <em>You are the dancing queen<br />
    Young and sweet<br />
    Only seventeen<br />
    Dancing queen<br />
    Feel the beat from the tambourine<br />
    You can dance<br />
    You can jive<br />
    Having the time of your life<br />
    See that girl<br />
    Watch that scene<br />
    Diggin’ the dancing queen<br />
    – “Dancing Queen,” ABBA</em></p>
<p>Take eight minutes (use all eight), but don’t go over), and write on the subject of dancing. Alternatively, use the words seventeen and/or tambourine as your inspiration, and see where they lead you.<br />
This is a timed exercise and it’s expected that it won’t be perfect. Any format &#8211; fiction, essay, verse &#8211; is acceptable.</p>
<p>* * * * *</p>
<p>Don’t forget to comment with the direct link, title, and selected option for each piece you create. Happy Writing!</p>
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