creative writing

Portfolio – Writing 101

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Hi, dear readers of Jillypopmusic! I am back from my trip and catching up on the online course I am taking called Writing 101.

I have posted the writing assignments for my class on my other blog Portfolio. I hope you’ll check it out, perhaps leave a comment or subscribe.

Thanks!
Jill

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Jillypopmusic 1 year anniversary!

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Hello to my followers and friends! Please enjoy this post celebrating my 1 year anniversary at WordPress with Jillypopmusic. Grab a virtual glass of champagne and let the celebration begin!

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The most exciting thing about my year of bloggging has been seeing that I have had visitors from 60 countries! While the US is still where the mosts views come, Jillypopmusic has been read globally.

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Aside from the countries, what really makes me happy is the interaction and friendships formed in the WordPress community. When I took Blogging 101 in January, I discovered some amazing blogs and supportive bloggers. I even got nominated for some blogging awards. I barely interacted with my readers in 2014. In 2015 the comments and likes and followers has been really rewarding. A special shoutout to my top commenters: DesleyJane and Adele.

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A blog is only as good as its posts. Here are some of my most popular posts

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Even though this started as a music blog, I have posted some personal journal entries and short stories and poetry. I enjoy mixing it up and I hope my readers like it. I attend a weekly writing critique meetup in Astoria, Queens. I also wrote some entries from an online workshop Griffla which is a Swedish/English blog.

Well, it’s been a great almost 3 months after my 6 month hiatus. Here’s to the next year of Jillypopmusic getting even better, and thank you to my over 100 followers for reading my blog. I’ll end with this thought: I write, not because I want to, but because I have to.

xx
Jill

JillMPallack.wordpress.com – spinoff blog

Dear followers and readers of Jillypopmusic. This was always intended to be purely a blog about independent music. It started to veer into creative writing and I have decided to spin off into a new wordpress blog which will be a portfolio of my writing.

If you’re interested, please visit http://jillmpallack.wordpress.com

My first post is live http://wp.me/p5PPGi-2

Thanks for following my blog! I hope you will follow my portfolio blog also.

-Jill

The girl on the train to Siena

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Wednesday’s creative writing post is a very short story I wrote during a one-week Writing Workshop in Tuscany.(Photo credit kevinandamanda.com)

The Girl on the Train to Siena

I board the train for a day trip to Siena and I take a seat by the window. The car is empty. I close my eyes and stretch my legs.

Just as the train is about to pull out, I am suddenly surrounded by six young American girls. They scramble into seats like the music has just stopped in a game of musical chairs.

They are thin and tan, their long legs smooth, their faces unfettered by lines. They are all equally attractive in the way that friends are, naturally gravitating towards one another, but I wouldn’t call them pretty.

Except for one girl.

She was sitting to my left and had long, straight brown hair that fell just below her breasts and smelled of Finesse shampoo. She wore a blue denim miniskirt and simple black tank top and wore a thin gold anklet above red flip-flops.

As the train rolled along the Tuscan countryside, she tilted her head backwards and drifted into sleep. Her body swayed as the train took curves, and as her head dipped to the right the tips of her hair grazed my left arm.

It was lovely, like the stroke of a feather.

The train rocked to the left and she tilted her head upright.

Another curve to the right, and her head fell further sideways and her hair tumbled across my arm. This time she did not lift her head back up, so her tresses rested like a summer shawl on my bare skin.

I glanced at her friends to see if they noticed her hair draped across a stranger’s arm, but they were absorbed in their conversation.

Only a few minutes went by, but it felt like hours, and I wished I could have run my fingers through her hair.

The train stopped abruptly, jolting her awake, as we had arrived in Siena.

With a blow of the conductor’s whistle, I smiled as I watched her walk slowly away.

Jillypopmusic day-by-day editorial schedule

Dear readers, January was a very busy month at Jillypopmusic. I posted a lot and it sometimes seemed like there was no method to the madness. Starting this week, I have an editorial schedule that I’m going to follow. That way, if you’re interested in my posts about music, you’ll know when and where to find them. If you enjoy my creative writing or personal blog posts about my love life, those will be scheduled as well.

Monday
Band Spotlight – An in-depth series which includes interviews and videos of a band worth featuring

Tuesday
Personal Blog – Maybe I will chat about Paul (who I am dating) or my struggle with Weight Watchers or depression.

Wednesday
Creative Writing – I participate in both online and in-person writing workshops and will share short pieces.

Thursday
#tbt Throwback Thursday – This could be a video of a song, clip from a film, or embarrassing photo.

Friday
You’re My Inspiration – feature on a motivational or inspirational song or video that pertains to my life.

Saturday
Guest blogger – I plan to ask my fellow excellent bloggers to guest author a post.

Sunday
Awards/TV/Film/Books/Theatre – This will vary. Perhaps a review of the latest episode of Downton Abbey. I also may sometimes accept a blogging award from the WordPress blogging community, which requires a lengthy post.

Happy reading!

griffla writing assignment – I’m Megaparsec

Griffla’s creative writing assignment for today:

Write about a character who has been named after a space term. What’s the story behind the character getting their name? How do they feel about it? How do they hold their body when they introduce themselves to someone? How do people react to the name?

It was the first day of 5th grade for Giovanni Cassini Ricci and he held his mother Sarah’s hand tightly as they walked up the steps to the front door. Sarah leaned over to kiss his cheek. He didn’t stop her. Cassini, she whispered, it will be okay. The other boys and girls will like you. Don’t call me that, Mommy! He pulled his hand away abruptlly. My name is Joey. Why can’t you call me Joey? Okay, go, Jooooh-eeeee she mocked as he went through the school door. Sarah laughed and continued to her job at the high school where she taught French and Astronomy.

Joey Ricci had learned early in his American elementary school experiences that no good will come when you are asked your name and you reply Giovanni Cassini Ricci, in Dallas, Texas. No one could ever pronounce Giovanni. Joh-vannie, the teacher would say in a southern drawl. He hated it. Cassini was what his mother called him. Giovanni had heard the story too many times of how he came to be named Giovanni Cassini. For now he insisted on the name Joey, because he heard it on the tv show “Friends.” There was an Italian character he liked on the show named Joey Tribbiani. He was handsome, a bit slow, but could charm the girls. So he picked Joey for his name when he entered 4th grade after moving to Dallas from Chicago.

Secretly, Joey actually liked his middle name Cassini. When he arrived at college in New York, Joey told everyone his name was Cassini Ricci. It was a new city, a new school, and girls in his class would light up when he introduced himself. Of course he faked an Italian accent when he said it, but the girls ate it up. Joey had been born in Chicago and then lived in Dallas and had a strange combination of both regional dialects when he spoke. So, Presto! Joey became Cassini Ricci, born in Milano, a distant relation to fashion designer Oleg Cassini.

It wasn’t until he met Lila Jane Cohen that he let the charade fall. Lila was an Astro-Physics major and met Cassini in the library, one very cold night in October. October 15, 1997. He would never forget that day.

Lila was a sophomore and saw a very handsome freshman from her dormitory floor. She wanted to meet him and they met cute that evening in the library. Lila asked him if she could borrow a pen. Hers had run out of ink.

What’s your name, Lila said. Cassini, he poured the accent on real smooth. You’re kidding, she laughed. No, I’m not. He folded his arms in front of his chest and stood back against the wall. She knows I’m a fraud, he suddenly thought. She knows I’m Joey from Dallas.
He was so wrong.

So you know what tonight is, right, Cassini? Lila asked. He had no clue. Lila explained that the Cassini-Huygens unmanned spacecraft was launching tonight and being sent to Saturn. Lila went on to explain to him who Giovanni Cassini was. He smiled. His mother had told him all about him. He liked Lila, so he let her tell him the story behind his namesake.

Giovanni Cassini, she explained, was a famous astronomer and engineer born in Italy in 1625. He later moved to Paris and set up the Paris Observatory while becoming the official astronomer and astrologer to Louis XIV, The Sun King. He spent the rest of his life in Paris and became known as Jean-Dominque Cassini. He died in 1712. The Cassini-Huygens space probe launched successfully, as did the relationship between future husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Giovanni Cassini Ricci.

Griffla creative writing workshop – Displaced

Here’s today’s Griffla assignment

The red high heels were resting on the middle rack of the oven. He knew she didn’t cook, but those heels sizzled.
He had been looking for a tea kettle. He stored his pots and pans in the oven. He assumed she did as well.
He kept looking for the tea kettle and when she walked into the kitchen he pretended he no longer wanted any tea.
Did he want coffee, instead? She asked. He thought about it. Sure, he replied. It was 9 p.m. He really didn’t want coffee. He also did not see a coffeemaker on the counter. Maybe she had instant coffee. Maybe it didn’t matter, because she walked right up and kissed him, standing on her tiptoes.