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Sauerkraut Soup

It’s that time of year again and we just packed the soup into the car for the trip to Grandma’s house, so I thought a repost of this blog was in order. Wonderful holiday wishes to all!

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It’s traditional in my family to eat Christmas Eve Wigilia “Vuh-LEE-uh” dinner. Wigilia means Vigil. It’s a Polish tradition, though we’re Slovak (Slovak, Belgian, German, and someone said Grandma has some Russian and Irish), therefore, we’ve adapted the tradition a bit. Our dinner consists of flat wafers, sauerkraut soup, mashed potatoes, creamed peas, and salad. You’re supposed to eat the wafer first. (Topping it with honey adds flavor to the styrofoam-like wafer, which more or less melts on your tongue.) You fill a bowl with mashed potatoes, pour the sauerkraut soup over them, and then top it with sour cream. You can eat the creamed peas on the side, with the salad, or you can refill your soup bowl with more potatoes and the peas after you’ve eaten the soup. The soup itself is made from pig neck bones (for flavor only), sauerkraut, and roux. You have to be sure…

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10 Habits of the Writer Clan

If I can’t spell a word, I won’t say it.

I get angry when reading bad grammar on signage. I won’t patron those establishments or buy those products out of prsecuredownload[1]inciple.

I’m terrible at coming up with the “right” answer between A, B, C, and D, because I can come up with a scenario in which each of the answers is possible.

I’m usually reading 3-4 books simultaneously.

I turn music off when the lyrics are written poorly.

I stare at people when they talk in order to visualize the nuances of their sentence structure–so I can write better dialogue. (I’m listening; just keep talking.)

I scramble and unscramble words in my head. Then I pick a different language and try it again.

I prefer five-letter words to six-letter. (And I want “five-letter” to be “five-lettered,” for good adjective purposes.)

I read books on grammar for amusement, and highlight my favorite rules.

I look at everything in life (good, bad, funny, frustrating, painful) and ask, “How do I write this?”


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I’m often asked what made me want to write a book. Time after time, I found that question strange but I couldn’t pinpoint why.

1 woodsWalk with me a little: I always knew I wanted to write, and I remember writing short stories and poems during recess and even a murder mystery that took weeks of playground time to complete. (My babysitter was the only one to read the first draft of the mystery. She figured out whodunit by page 2, and I realized, painfully, that I had to rewrite the whole thing. So I did.)

There were times when I knew I would always write, and times that I could sense a choice coming between writing and working at a career that would pay the bills. One such time, a friend said to me, “Keep going with your writing. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it.” This friend started her own business and works hard at it, which made this not just any advice, but advice I could believe in.

My good writing days always amaze me. My bad ones tend to leave me with puzzles to solve, which isn’t such a bad thing. I had a conversation about this yesterday that went a little something like:

My friend Brian: Jody, how’s the writing going?

Me: Pretty good. I finished a blog and two articles this week but still haven’t written one of my characters out of the cab I put him into a couple weeks ago. It’s getting frustrating.

Brian: Oh, okay.

Today I realize the problem is that my cab character may not be going where I think he’s going. I’ll meander here a second, remembering the first time I spoke to a classroom studying my book in which one student asked, “But you write them. Shouldn’t they do what you tell them to do?”

“Yes, they should,” I told her, and I laughed despite myself. “But they don’t—not all the time. Imagine putting your entire family in a room together for a party. You know these people well, and you know they don’t all get along. But will Cousin Betsy start shouting about politics or will Uncle Dan play music this time and they’ll dance on the tables ‘til his pants split? I simply set the scene and I wait.”

In fact, I look at most situations in life and ask, “How will I write about this?” From childhood memories to weddings and funerals to the sound of my neighbor’s muffler (a cross between a faraway crop duster and a maddening low frequency hum trapped in a cave), I work on descriptions. I thought everybody did. So before I conclude our walk and I return to sitting in the cab with my character again, I’ll finally get to the point I was making earlier. When I’m asked what made me want to write a book, I say, “Doesn’t everyone?”

1 pathThis answer drives at the heart of what I really believe, that from sitting around the dinner table, to making a phone call home, we’re a world of communicators–and not just to impart information to each other, we change the stories based on the audience. Think about how you can take the same story and tell it to your Grandma one way so she appreciates the irony in it, and tell it a slightly different way to your kids, so they laugh at the right parts.

Let’s face it: We’re storytellers.

The question is not so much “Why write?” as it’s, “What took you so long?”

Imagine the possibilities with a question like that…

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