Saturday, December 05, 2009

Don't you worry about the distance...

Taking a break from revising. So. I had a Word file with a story. Somehow, at some point, I thought it was a good idea to have another copy, which I call Title2. All was fine and well until I realized that much of the original wasn't in Title2, or there were additions that weren't in Title1 (which was expected). So I've spent several hours merging the two files, into a more complete whole. Today I've spent time editing commentary into the story from long ago Writing Group. I'm about to start the second batch of commentary from the other person.

I love how both people gave such different perspectives. Much needed for me.

Monday, November 30, 2009


This list is very cool.

Lots of reading there.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

what is strange is wonderful

Just woke up, and am drinking hot chocolate.  My substitute for coffee.  Alas.  Yesterday I finished a short story.  I'll start editing it today I hope if errands don't steal the time.

strikes down hard / at the dirty socks and towels / that keep empty / the lines.

I've been squeaking out short bits of poetry too.  I'm trying to remember to write them down, because otherwise into the great primordial ether of lost poems they fly.  Like the land of misfit toys, but never to be found by Rudolph.

This is pretty cool:  Like the quote I stole from them too.  Only attributed to Irish "proverbs" rather than a particular person.  I like when quotes can be attributed.

Have a great day!  Off to editing.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I'm happy to be writing again.  Very calming.  I wrote in pen over the last week or so and am typing it up and editing as well. 

I've also been reading much more lately.  Sadly online time steals away from writing and reading, and I'm making an effort toward that too.

I can't read the genre in which I write while I'm writing, but finding a story whose words are captivating (Christopher Nolan is where I'm spending time these days), seem to get my head in the proper space to write more than drivel.  Well hopefully.  Writing is hope.  Maybe.  It's a look forward anyway.  Again proper head space. 

Back to word 3190.  Hah, I looked.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

It's early

Good morning.  I woke with the best line to write.  Scary and full, and I have no idea how I'll use it.

Instead of writing here, when I have to urge to do so, I've actually been working on a few stories.  One in particular.  And I also figured out the hook on how to end that one.  I had no idea, and now I do.  Thank you Neil deGrasse Tyson.  Amazing stuff he shares.

I also got a copy of The Banyon Tree by Christopher Nolan, which I started yesterday.  How sad his word voice is gone.  Because of that, I ordered Dam Burst of Dreams which was his book of poetry published when he was 15I might be more curious about that than his two others.  I'll let you know. 

Have a great day.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

::looks around::

From September's issue of Poetry:

Motherhood is perfect cover; you an hide away and no one would think to look for you.  You are not a free agent, hence uninteresting.  Your social self is a wraith in memory while your bodily self mucks about with a bairn in an afterlife quarantined to the physical.

This is a perfect description.  In an article entitled "As If Nature Talked Back to Me:  A Notebook" by Ange Mlinko.

I got only as far as this and then my kids needed something.  Perfect for this article, really.  I figured I'd better get this out there, because it should be, and also because we are going to be gone all day today, so I mightn't have a chance to remember.

Memory is a casualty of parenting as well.  When you most want it to be at its strongest.

I hope the article goes into how one can use this invisibility, to watch the world not watching you.  Middle age does the same thing, but with parenting, especially new parents, the watching the world does is at the baby or child.  You are watching too, so it works.  Middle age though, is when one learns to take advantage of being invisible.  The lines on ones face, and the grey sprouting is like Harry's cloak.  Draped over the face, it allows so much.  Not a bad trade off really.

Anyway, off for the day.  Hopefully I will remember to put the issue of Poetry in my purse, and will be able to read it on the drive. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Small world this internet

Whilst googling last night on a topic, I can't even remember, I found a series of links that led me to a fellow I almost sort of dated in college.  We hung out then,  I guess you'd call it, what 27 or so years ago.   Anyway, he wrote poetry then, and I discovered last night he still does.  He's had two books of poetry published.  There was an amazon link, so in a few days, I'll be reading what he's written since.

Small world this internet.  And I have to say I'm very curious.  I remember he was a fairly strong poet, complicated images.  He lurked around the poetry people then, and was probably better than all the so called, self proclaimed poets.  But then when you are 21, you can call yourself as you wish.  You probably should.

Anyway, curious.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

New in town?

Just a drive by here.  I'm back from vacation.  It was fun and mostly restful.  I got about 2000 words written one afternoon, when everyone else was out fishing.  A scene that I wasn't sure how to deal with, so I just wrote it instead of worrying about writing it.  It's the start of the climax of the story.  I'm not sure I got it right, but I did catch something.  Hey, ... I was fishing too.

Have a good one.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Capital thoughts

Off to Washington DC to visit friends. Be back in a few days.

(As in regards to my writing, the point here, I have been being drawn back in to my original Trapper story, that I have been writing, and not writing, for almost 5 years.  Somehow the characters are drawing me back in, and I have been thinking of them frequently.  I do want to find out how that story ends.  I sort of know, but as with all things there should be happy surprises.  Note my use of the adjective happy.  Don't like unhappy surprises at all.  So when I get back, I am going to try to get back in that writing mode, for that particular story.

I know, that surprises me too.)

Monday, June 08, 2009

The Maytrees

I read The Maytrees by Annie Dillard last night.  Really fast read.  It's an odd little story about a marriage, its development and its sort of breakup, and how people can find each other again, with the oddest broken boned death request I've ever read.  Which really shows courage in trusting your characters to be themselves.

The thing that struck me most wasn't about actual plot, because I'm not one for love triangles, especially when one or more of the triad doesn't see the wreckage caused.  The neat thing I noticed was the lack of dialogue.  There really isn't much at all.  The inner life of the characters move the story forward and it works.  That really surprises me because most writing advice says to use dialogue to achieve movement and momentum in the story.  And since I have such a hard time writing dialogue, this was a pleasant breath of fresh air for me.  It can be done, and done very well.  The prose is lovely, and the images and the tone are too.  It reads much more like poetry.  Dialogue just isn't needed.  It's as if Dillard so fills the story with the story and the words of the story, that talking about it (silence and talking are huge themes in this story) wouldn't do much.  Lou, the wife, is a silent women and treasures that for herself.  Her husband, Maytree known by his last name), is a poet.  Not much for the talking either and doesn't mind a bit that his wife is quiet.  The unspoken things as is said.

I have mixed feelings about the actual plot, but the execution was just marvelous.  It gives me courage for my less than dialogue filled stories. 

Monday, June 01, 2009

The God Clown is Near

I've been picking my way through Steampunk, and today read the story by Jay Lake, The God Clown Is Near. I like Jay Lake's blog, one of my favourite writing blogs, and I have picked up his Mainspring novel, several times, but always put it back down, because I'm dealing with my own angel story, and don't want to read others, although probably I should.

Anyway, the strength of this story is its world building. I can't say I've ever read another short story with such strength of world. No time recently anyway. The story is about a fellow, an inventor scientist of sorts, who is commissioned to build a "moral clown". The detail, set very succinctly into the story, invisible in its fullness, really works to build this. Like the writer concentrating on getting it correct, the protagonist does the same. Frankenstien themes in a way. Freaky scary to say the least, with enough gore to make it real, and enough humour to take just enough edge off. I appreciate that. It's like the mafia vibe is running through this world. The world is huge, and well thought out for a short story. It is fully developed, and I appreciate that too, like this tiny bit of a short story was just plucked out of that world. That is really hard to do well, and he definitely succeeded. And the end is messy, and unexpected, and even though it ends quickly, it ends just as it should.

I tend not to revel in the steampunk oeuvre, searching out for more, because I keep thinking it needs a good cleaning, or shining. Dust it, or something ;-). I need to read more if this story was any indication of what it can be. . Colour me happily surprised.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Fun, you decide

I've gotten a little bit more written on my newest short story.  I'm fairly happy with how it's progressing.  The writing part is actually fun on this one too.  Again, the amusements I find writing always surprise me.  It is a joyous thing to do.  I'd hate to ever reach the place where it isn't.  Saw a link today, that I've lost (bane of my online life I say) where the woman was award winning, but only just wanted to write.  I think that is a great place to be.  She'd give up getting and being published in a second, as she just wants to write, and finds that effort, the publishing parts, to be her bane.  (Not sure if that is the correct word usage, but I like the way it sounds.)  ::shrugs::

That is all.  Have a great day. 

I need to figure out a new tag for my new story.   Oooh, genesis.  Multiple meansing! Perfect!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I didn't think I'd get a new story idea so quickly, but was given an idea by my son. Children are a wonder, in their openness and their generosity.

I just started writing it.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

My dad

I'm back.  Napowrimo didn't swallow me whole or anything. 

I was home because my father died after a long illness. 

I'm hanging in there.  Mostly much stillness now.


Sunday, March 01, 2009

Beginning to end

1000+ words yesterday on the Ralph story. An ending also made an appearance, when I wasn't quite sure how that would happen. And it tied to the beginning more nicely than I would have imagined.

Now the writing actually begins, the editing. I have a few ideas how to sharpen it all. It has held up over the weeks it was written. It is still cracking me up. Not sure if that is a good sign or not, or I'm just feeding my own humorous impulses. But heck, why not. For now anyway. Maybe that is why it turned out to be a 1st person POV, which I had never really done before. I'm trying to expand on what I'm doing. Not my fav POV, I can say I gave it a try. There is always fun in that.

Saturday, February 21, 2009


I'm back. I was gone to deal with family situations, and am back. Most of you didn't know I was gone, so.

Hello to all my Chase/Brochmeier/Lee search people. You have been busy. Paper writing time I guess. I hoping for awards for them, so I won't tell any secrets if that's the case.

I wrote only one poem when I was gone, and glanced at it when I got back. I'll let it sit longer. It needs to. They say time heals everything. Just testing that theory. Wouldn't that be neat?

When I was out of town before this more recent out of town, I purchased a bunch of poetry books. They are:

The Sky Clears: Poetry of the American Indians by A. Grove Day 1952 UN Press.

Women of the Red Plain: An Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Women's Poetry Translated by Julia C. Lin 1992 Penguin Books.

Poems Old and New 1918-1978
by Janet Lewis 1981 Swallow Press.

The Need to Hold Still: Poems by Lisel Mueller 1980 LSU Press.

Just in Time: Poems 1984-1994 by Robert Creeley 2001 New Directions.

The first two because I've seen so many Read 50 [fill in} of assorted cultures that I thought this was something I should do. Not in an organized way, because heck, I know that won't work

Mueller because I've only read a few of hers and have loved them. And then there it was on the shelf. I give much credence to the "There it is!" approach to finding great books. Has worked for me anyway.

Creeley keeps popping up everywhere, another indicator of need to choose. When I keep seeing names pop up in all sorts of different places, it's like fate saying, "Here, now!", so I listen.

Lewis I'd never heard of but after googling it seems that she is considered great and obscure. I love when that happens. Like a secret waiting to be opened.

Have a good one.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Naming him Abel can be funny

Missed my 4th anniversary here on this blog on the 6th.

Just wrote 2000+ words on a newish short story. Surprises me every time, haven't a clue where it comes from. And this one is cracking me up. Something to be said about amusing yourself when you are writing. At least it's funny, if nothing else. Are you supposed to crack up when rereading one's story? There must be a rule against that. Every time.

Have a good one. I have to contemplate what Ralph will do after the dinner is over.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Happy new years

Hi all. It's been a while I will admit freely. There have been sicknesses, holidays and whole years passing, so I think my excuses stand. Like a toddling new year baby.

I hope you all have a wonderful new year, and your wishes fulfilled.

I just opened a Word file of that story I began a few weeks ago. The simmering of time seems to have done wonders with this story. I'm very happy with its tone, and humour. Fav bit:

I didn’t shake their world, I didn’t scare them, or hit on the ladies, or cause anyone to blush, and I ate the casserole. Their standards weren’t high and I met them. Their moons and stars are my clouds.


I don’t consider my backside very often, except for when I have sat a stretch, generally painting. I don’t paint standing very often. That is for posers. I would rather my energy go to the painting or drawing, rather than to keep me standing for a length of time. My front side requires other considerations.

How much laughing should one's own writing command? My question for the year. This guy has a personality that has surprised me completely. Can't wait to get to know him a little more. Have a great day, and an even better year! And most of all thank you for reading!