Creative Writing…Wordplay Wednesday: “glocal”

Today’s Wordplay Wednesday, creative writing exercise, is the word “glocal.”

  • Yes, global and local have been matched up – according to One meaning is “relating to the interconnection of a global and local issue.”
  • All well and good, an interesting new word, wouldn’t you say?  Now, say it out loud – gloh-kuhl… Doesn’t it sound terrible? Cah, cah, cah sort of a cough or spit to it? In this exercise, the sound is what interests me about the word.

Wordplay Wednesday exercise: Write a 200 word, or less, character sketch using the word “glocal.”  Enjoy creative writing, give it a try? Here’s my version…

  • Brainstorming: I envision a character in a pricey grocery store saying glocal in an awkward or funny way. 

WPW Character Sketch:

After staring down the counter of faux-sugared bake goods, and despairing over each croissant calorie in her GoodEats app, Willow sipped her Sulawesi Toarco coffee. It was tepid at best. Still she savored it, sipping in the little liquid quarters, of the stingingly high priced brew. Luke warm or not she would finish the whole $8.oo coffee. It was glocal after all, the Indonesian beans imported and freshly roasted in the store that morning, according to the bright-eyed Barista boy in the skintight black jeans. Although could you trust a person who sold you an $8.00 coffee? Willow wasn’t sure as she swallowed another liquid fifty cents.

Then she spotted Trent trotting up to the coffee line, his long arms and plate sized forehead glistened with sweat from his work out at the gym.

“How’s the coffee?” Trent winked, still hoping for a text response she knew.

“Great it’s glocal.” Willow unnervingly coffee-spit as she said it. The wet glob landed on Trent’s day-glo sneakers.  A split second of horror washed over her. Then, she grinned at Trent’s disgusted expression and realized her $8.00 coffee had also bought her freedom from texting him back.







Squirrel vs. Chipmunk: Tomato Thieves on Trial (or The mistrial of Banana Bread Squirrel)

The trial date: Immediately

Courthouse: Patio garden

Let’s just say this wasn’t a fair trial from the beginning because right away we, my husband and I, blamed the chipmunks. The little striped critters were frequent flyers on our patio, and I was sure that our tomatoes were part of their summer vacation package. They had already built a lovely summer home under our three-season porch. Would a dip in the pool be next? The chipmunk theory held fast for days that is when the little cherry tomatoes were the only ones going missing. Then the big Beefsteaks started to go…

When I say go, I mean – go – gone – ready to file a missing tomato report. No pieces left behind, no half-eaten tomatoes with little toothy impressions in them. The big boys vanished. Our tomato plants left naked and afraid. Who are these Houdini-critters *&%?

Then I remembered an old friend – from a summer reunion of the past-a.k.a. Banana Bread squirrel. A squirrel that had literally gone “nuts” (sorry couldn’t resist) and tried to break through my kitchen window screen to steal a banana bread that I had cooling by the window.

This case was getting bigger, the suspect list longer. So I went undercover: PJs, coffee, cell phone camera, sunglasses…casually stalking the patio. Until one day, the crime went down… sneakysquirrel

Now this could be any squirrel of course, but it’s not. I know in my heart – it is Banana Bread squirrel. As I’ve said, we have a history.

So how to stop this tomato stealing crime? My research didn’t provide me with any answers I want to live with. Here are some: Get a cat, a Border Collie, make some hot pepper concoction, and cage the tomatoes in a chicken-wire prison.

It turns out I am an enabler, and I am just not that attached to my tomatoes. Yes, Banana Bread squirrel, you’ve won – this time. But wait, soon – very soon – I will be baking blueberry muffins (insert evil laugh:)