Write Me Up

Just writing. Maybe someone will read it.

stuff and stuff. April 28, 2013

Yeah, so I’ve fallen off the bandwagon of regular updates.

It’s the last month of school (teaching) which means lots of stress. Plus other stuff going on in my life adds some more stress. Like the title says, stuff and stuff. Needless to say, I’ve not really had the motivation or the desire to share poetry or photos or even write my book. Mostly I’ve just had the desire to lay in bed all day and sleep. And maybe eat something occasionally, then sleep some more.

Buuuuuuuuuuut, I’m hoping to break out of this rut soon. Things are getting a bit better. I wrote a fairly decent poem the other night, and I talked to my best friend about a lot of stuff, and that alone is encouraging. I’m still really really really REALLY tired, but I have some awesome things to look forward to, and I’m growing a lot.

Some of the aforementioned things to look forward to:

-ALASKA!!!!!!! for practically the whole summer. I get to see some of my old friends and make new ones and be in Alaska!!!!!! it is going to be amazing and challenging and wonderful.

-NEW YORK CITY!!!!!!!!!!! my sister and I decided about four days ago that we were going to see Once on Broadway because Arthur Darvill is playing the main character, and anything that combines the awesomeness of Once with the amazing acting skills of the guy who played Rory in Doctor Who is a must-see. So we bought our plane/train/show tickets and are going! I cannot freakin wait! plus, I really miss hanging out with my sister and I have never actually traveled with just her before so it should be amazing and epic. and as an added bonus, I get to see my good friend from college who now lives in New York  because he is an awesome singer and has been auditioning for shows. super funsies!

-And duh! getting a two and a half month vacation when the school year ends!


P.S.- I may share the good poem I wrote on here. But I’m still thinking about it. Poems are strange creatures. Just when I think I’m finished with one, it jumps back out at me as being unfinished….


Combination inspiration April 17, 2013

The farm stretches for miles in every direction. It is flat and yellow. The ground is yellow, the sky is grey, and reflects the yellowness of the ground, and even the house is a faded yellowish brown. It is not dull, but brilliant, constantly changing shades and warming, from reddish orangey yellow to warm brown yellow, to cool grey-yellow. But always yellow, except for the trees. They are the crop. They are tall and slender and bright green at the top with fruits that hide under the huge outspread leaves.

They all decided that it would be cool to move into that faded farmhouse and maybe fix it up. They didn’t really know how, and the farm was so far out of any city, but they were friends, and they had the money, and they wanted to just get away. So they moved in and started to live there. There were four of them. At first they had these big ambitions–of getting the crop to be profitable again, of turning the faded yellow of the house into a bright cheery color again–but then they realized that it was already beautiful. They also realized that they didn’t know how to accomplish those dreams. So mostly, they just sat outside on the large patio around a big table made out of wooden planks and talked and drank  and ate together.

Eventually, other friends found them and came to visit. It was sporadic, only one or two at a time, but it increased their number and their sense of belonging. Something was wrong with the trees though.

The trees wouldn’t grow. They stayed exactly the same all throughout the year. Always tall, always slender, always green, always fruited, but never changing. They began to wonder if the fruits were edible. They tried to harvest them and found that they weren’t fruits at all but huge colonies of bees.

The bees lived inside the fruits, now fossilized. They lived on the moisture of the leaves. They never left their nests, but when they saw the humans invading their trees, they began to formulate an attack plan.

The four friends quickly retreated into their house. The bees would not follow, but they heard noises, every day, from the tops of the trees, until one day, as they stood on the front porch of their safe, yellow, home, they saw it. A huge black metallic flying machine, buzzing buzzing buzzing from the treetops, buzzing toward them and buzzing away toward the cities….


And then I woke up.


Yeah, that’s right, I totally dreamed that last night. Here is a list of things that I think caused my brain to make up that dream:

– The song “Dirty Paws” by Of Monsters and Men 

-This exhibit on Australian Aboriginal art at the Toledo Museum of Art http://www.toledomuseum.org/exhibitions/crossingcultures/

(Here is a picture of one of the pieces.) 

-Reading Orson Scott Card’s short story that was a retelling of the Oz books by L. Frank Baum

-Reading The Count of Monte Cristo. (ok, you can’t see this from what i wrote above, but in the dream, everyone was dressed in early to mid 19th century clothes, and they were all nobility….i wasn’t sure how to incorporate that in the retelling of the dream.)


GRARRRRGH. April 9, 2013

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(that’s my pirate frustration noise)


I just love days when I have time to write, but no motivation to write. (Sarcasm, of course)


I mean, I did a couple hundred words, but I just want to be done with this darn draft already, because hang it all, i actually like editing and revising!


On a completely unrelated topic, my roommate and I are driving to Alaska this summer. Yeah, you read that correctly. Driving to Alaska…

Actually, we are driving to Vancouver, Canada, then taking a ferry to Juneau, so we are boating part of the way I guess. It is going to be an eventful summer!

A very helpful (and somewhat snide) sign


a look into my gray matter. April 3, 2013

Filed under: Wednesday is for poets — Dorothy Lynn @ 8:42 pm
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“Press my nose up to the glass around your heart.

I should have known I was weaker from the start.

You build your walls, and I will play my bloody part,

to tear, tear them down.

I’m gonna tear, tear them down.”


~Mumford and Sons


How futbol saved my sanity. April 2, 2013

For some reason or another, my students simply can’t remember the difference between countries and continents, or their locations. If you were sitting in on my class today, this is the conversation you would have heard, in a strange mashed up mix of English and Spanish, which I will translate (mostly) here for your convenience.

Me: Okay, so we just spelled South America. Now what are some countries in South America?

Students: Asia!

Me: No, Asia is a continent. So is South America. What are some COUNTRIES?

Students: South America!

Me: Again, that is a continent. I am asking for countries. PAISES!(countries in spanish)

Students: Oh! Africa!

Me: AGHHHHHHH!(I didn’t really say that but it almost came out) Africa is a CONTINENT! NOT a country. Name one country in South America. Just one!

Students: France?

Student Aid: (in Spanish) Guys, think about futbol. Where is Messi from?

Students: Oh! Argentina!

Student Aid: which is a country in….

Students: South America!

Me: YES! Now name some other countries you know…that have futbol teams.

Students: Brazil!


Thank you, futbol, for making my students realize that geography does exist and countries are NOT continents. To top it all off, I was also being observed today by a graduate student, so he was sitting in the back trying  not to crack up laughing. What makes this even more frustrating/entertaining is that yesterday in class I spent nearly the entire period going through the world map explaining countries and continents, and they have studied it for about a month in their other English class. Yeah, teenagers…..


*Note: this futbol trick also worked for Europe! As in: “What country has Barca and Real Madrid?”