Category Archives: Creativity

Facebook is insane!

Posted on October 1, 2011 by

There, I said it. Now, I am not going to go around screaming from the port bow to abandon ship, I’m just going to tell you what I did and why I did it. I don’t know the first thing … Continue reading →

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Dinosaur City

Posted on September 23, 2011 by

I’ve lost a week of work to a sick house, but you won’t hear me complain. There were two days we were all together doing the most family of things–getting through and watching Mary Poppins. We weren’t always coherent, but … Continue reading →

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How is a writer like a big mouth bass?

Posted on June 27, 2011 by

The hook is for me, not the readers.  Did you get that? Oh, wow! This is, like, the biggest breakthrough I’ve had all day. “The Hook“ In medias res The phenomenal first line! Oh, ho, ho! My anchor, my love, … Continue reading →

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Pastiche

Posted on June 19, 2011 by

In November, I began experimenting with scent memory and the effects of different musical styles to get me in the mood. Then there was a great and heavy sigh from my inner critic when I finally told her off, that … Continue reading →

Posted in Creativity, memoir writing, memory, muse, music, wildness, writing | 8 Comments

Which way does your writing heart beat?

Posted on June 13, 2011 by

I don’t know if I can get this out fast enough before losing the string, it has all been pestering me for the longest time, but I didn’t know how to define it. A few weeks ago, I was graced … Continue reading →

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What are you spending all that time dreaming for, Dorothy?

Posted on May 24, 2011 by

This is writing. This is what matters. In the northern California Redwoods nearly 7 years ago, we rented an unremarkable cabin. There was a small bathroom with a shower, a main room with a T.V. and bed, a kitchen in … Continue reading →

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Chewing the Creative Cud

Posted on May 9, 2011 by

We found our house in midwinter, a sugar topped cookie on a plate of white butter cream, number 19 on our list of showings. When we closed in late April, the daffodils were up in cliquish seclusion, the old man … Continue reading →

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