This spring, I began a writers’ group. Over the past few years, I have hosted some writing workshops in our culturally starved community. Plus, for my book group, I cheat by recommending books by authors who I know, then bring them in to lead the book discussion. So, without having planned on it, I have become one of the first people to come to mind in our area when you think writing and books. If I die tomorrow, I think that’s a beautiful thought to have in my obituary. And so, several of the local writers (and some writer-want-to-be) asked if we would ever put together a writers’ group.
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Running has to be one of the dumbest things in the world to do, particularly if no one is chasing you. With that being said, I’ve tried every morning for the last several mornings to dutifully get up and instead of enjoying my morning cup of tea on the front porch, watching the fog dissipate and the sun rise, I have pulled on my sneakers, done some minor stretching, and hit the gravel road. It has become abundantly clear to me that my mind and my body are in cahoots and it has nothing at all to do with what I want.
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On one hand, it seems silly to participate in a month long attempt to bang out as many words as possible in the attempt to finish a novel, good or bad, just get the words on paper and worry about the editing later. For you newbies, I’m referring to NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month, which traditionally occurs in November with a preview event in July: www.nanowrimo.org. On the other hand, the tantalizing dream of hauling that niggling idea in the back of your mind onto the page, then shaping and forming the characters, watching as they become people separate from you with their own foibles and conflicts, and then dragging the entire weary mass finally, limping and screeching in protest, over the finish line. It’s an intoxicating idea to which no wine can compare.
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I’ve been in the living room for ten minutes, and already, Granny has asked me five separate times whether I would like to have a glass of tea. Even if I graciously accept and am holding the syrupy-sweet, cool glass of liquid in my hand, she may ask again. When she walked across the room unassisted and sat down on her daughter’s plush sofa, she was mostly steady on her feet, with only an occasional dizzy wobble due to her 96 years of age. When I asked how she felt, she threw out “fine as a big mud hole” which left me puzzling over whether that’s a good thing or a bad. Continue reading “The Creative Mind”
I am flawless.
A stack of books for company,
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Thoughts on the rights of children for pictures on social media
“I don’t want that picture posted,” my daughter remarked as she flipped through the images on my iPhone. I glanced over casually and laughed out loud, for the umpteenth time, at a picture of my five year old daughter squatting and ‘shaking her booty’ as she mocked the prissy walk of one of our cats. “I think it is hilarious. Your aunts will love it,” I chuckled.
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