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“Sometimes I get the impression that I write out of simple intense curiosity. It is that, in writing, I surrender to the most unexpected surprises. It is at the time of writing that many times I become aware of things, which, being unconscious, which before I didn’t know I knew.” ~Clarice Lispector
Read the rest of this entry »Remembering Mary Oliver
It’s Monday, a day off for many people as we honor the life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Junior and it’s dawned gray and wet. Storms walloped through our region lately with high winds and battering downpours. We’re now in for a week of quieter weather and I’m thinking ahead to new plants and flowers […]
Read the rest of this entry »Neil Gaiman on stories
Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas–abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken–and what could be […]
Read the rest of this entry »Immersive fiction
I was driving around during the holidays and heard a show on NPR discussing how Americans play virtual reality games. It was reported that almost 70% of our fellow citizens play every day. I was shocked by the number. Callers–game developers, writers, and gamers–joined a discussion about the current gaming scene. And the term ‘immersive’ […]
Read the rest of this entry »January, 2019
A new year, a new season, a new month. As for writing, every day is new. Keep writing, keep dreaming, focus on your goals.
Read the rest of this entry »Novels are forged in passion
Novels are forged in passion, demand fidelity and commitment, often drive you to boredom or rage, sleep with you at night. They are the long haul. They are marriage. Stories, on the other hand, you can lose yourself in for a few weeks then wrap up, or grow tired of and abandon (maybe) return to […]
Read the rest of this entry »Stephen King on the real muse
There is a muse but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer station. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment […]
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