Flexing my reading muscle.

In college I had a writing teacher who made me type out stories I thought were good. Every sentence. Every slender comma, ellipses, period, paragraph, dialogue, description. She said it would help me to get inside the craft of the story. That I would begin to hear in my head the author’s internal dialogue; that [...]

A new productive

Hi. It’s a rainy Friday, and sadly I haven’t posted nearly as much as I’d hoped this week. Excuses: my camera is broken (alas, DH accidentally dropped it) and every available minute at the keyboard was spent finishing a piece I want to send out today. Also: 7 baby New Hampshire red chicks in a [...]

Frustrated.

I cannot figure out any other way to do it, to make my heart stop thundering with this crazy need to write. So I’m up now, near midnight, revising the same damn paragraphs I’ve spent all day on, interrupted. Do people really do this?

A list happy inventory

In January for my birthday, inspired as always by Andrea’s awesome lists, I wrote my own: 32 things to do before I turn 32. But then I forgot to post it, until now, when I was cleaning up the post-its on my desktop (how I love the post-it widget!) and found the list again. I [...]

this, in my heart

The birds don’t care about the stock market dips. The weather is unknowing of the forecast: clouds, even when there was call for sun. Things keep right on brazenly living, bursting, growing, with such a stark indifference to the tumbling of our souls. Some days we’re just on this earth. Other, truer days, of it. [...]