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Word Gypsy: August 2010
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Friday, August 13, 2010. Sometimes it takes me forever and a day to get down, down, down the rabbit hole, to that sweet spot, that click of the rubics cube that begins all things right with story and song, after which everything flows. I don't know what this is like for other writers, or how they refer to it. What if more people do come to the class and think it's a load of crap? What if it's really not that great after all? My god, it felt good. I am really pleased with this draft, and can't wait to...
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Word Gypsy: Kitchen Inspiration
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Thursday, July 12, 2012. I'm almost finished with My Life in France. By Julia Child and Alex Prud'Homme. I'd already seen Julie and Julia. If ever there was proof that it's never too late, there you have it. Even though it's been quite a productive year for me as far as the volume of writing I've done, reading that made me feel like even if I was just starting out today, writing my first word, it still wouldn't be too late. Be true to the story you have to tell, and tell it! My Brand of Blocked.
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Word Gypsy: March 2011
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Sunday, March 27, 2011. Let the Good Times Roll. I didn't tell my husband, but there was another reason I wasn't using the chair we'd bought for me to use. It just wasn't right- it's great for just sitting, especially if it were in the apartment of a 23-year-old. But it wouldn't raise quite high enough. It just didn't feel right. What people over 40 who've never been published (well, one short story and a handful of poems) who live in California aren't creative or worthy? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Blue Agate: July 2009
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Friday, July 10, 2009. Adolf let out a single yelp of pain as he fell, and then he was still. Deputy Cliff half tossed the bowl of food onto the ground. Not hard enough to spill it, but he meant to show what a nuisance he thought the whole exercise to be. 8221; Deputy Len, who’d been with the department awhile ventured a question: “Didya kill him? 8220;Naw.”. At the hospital, Cliff swaggered around the peripheral boundaries of the scene. He showed up in uniform even when he was missing work to be the...
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Blue Agate: The Prisoner, Act Two
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Saturday, September 4, 2010. The Prisoner, Act Two. ENTRE ACT: For All We Know by the Carpenters. It is several weeks later, and Elariel and the Counselor have come back for another visit. It is just after midday, and a strong, bright light comes through the sole window of the cell. The door opens, held by the Guard, and Elariel and the Counselor enter. Elariel looks around as if to see if anything has changed. GUARD I’ll get the Prisoner, and bring him back. Coffee this time? ELARIEL. I will, I prom...
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Word Gypsy: February 2011
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Thursday, February 10, 2011. There's this picture of me from 2006 when I was in London. My friend who lives there and his mum had taken me to a castle and garden,and he took some fun pictures of me, among which was one of me peeking through the leaves of a giant fern. I had a devilish smile on my face. I haven't done the kind of volume of creative writing that I would have liked to this week. But I have to consider that I have written almost every day, even if it was for business. I'm still chasi...
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Word Gypsy: I'm Still the One
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Sunday, April 22, 2012. I'm Still the One. I heard the song "You're Still the One" the other day, which I really like. It's a man singing to his significant other, telling her that she's still "it" for him. This past week was sort of stressful in it's own way, being on a temp jog, and trying to get things done at home and with writing, and getting enough rest at the same time. April 23, 2012 at 4:39 PM. April 24, 2012 at 2:35 PM. April 24, 2012 at 12:39 PM. Very cool, Anne. Way to go. Im Still the One.
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Word Gypsy: January 2011
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Thursday, January 20, 2011. Still Writing After All These Years. Wow August of last year . . . I guess it's been awhile. And I knew awhile was going by, it wasn't that I couldn't get here. But I've learned not to force it. I can't just push something out if I'm not inspired. I just work through being stuck and uninspired until I can get back to the place where I can create again. Who could not produce one goddamn word. The poems had migrated like goddamn birds. And no matter what you may have heard,.
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Word Gypsy: January 2012
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012. Paris, She is my Heart. For me,Paris has once again become a place that I want to write with- by that I mean, I don't want to write about it per se, but I want it to be the fabric of some of my new material. Combined with the two hours I spent at a cafe across from Notre Dame buying 4 pots of tea from a cranky waiter so I could stay there writing, I'd say I've got a long way to go. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Writing . . . Breathing. Paris, She is my Heart.
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Word Gypsy: June 2010
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010. The Year of Writing Dangerously. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Writing . . . Breathing. The Year of Writing Dangerously. Awesome Inc. theme. Powered by Blogger.
