When choosing a word to represent something I wanted more of in my life, I boldly declared it to be my year of Presence. And then immediately wrote Joy on the first rock to find me.
Category: Writing Textures
Upon Entering An Unexpected Japanese Garden
The transience of turning leaves skins shed to scatter yellow blazed down to embers then to nothing but a maple-line blue slate Maple-Lines
Skeletons
I've grown familiar with the human skeleton over the last 10 years; this book, however, has been a completely unknown animal. Until Sunday night. A week and a half ago, I began outlining the basic structure across the floor, but I had not held or transcribed over half of the interviews. Last weekend, I finished… Continue reading Skeletons
So Much Sticky
My head tells me to begin this project with a solid thesis statement, topic sentences. I ought to know my conclusion beforehand. And yet, this time, I don't. I'm trumping tradition by writing the middle sections first, observing how they hang together, with plans to add the opening and ending as if I were wrapping… Continue reading So Much Sticky
Where did she go? NaNoWriMo.
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, begins today, and I am participating in their challenge to write 50,000 words towards my first book.
Learning Lines
Do avenging angels swoop down From Point A to Point B? Or do they dally, Restless with conjugations? It was a soft Georgia summer night in 1995, the night I scrawled these words into my journal book. I'd been rehearsing for a production of Romeo and Juliet at a small theatre in Marietta Square, and words… Continue reading Learning Lines