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.
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
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
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
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, begins today, and I am participating in their challenge to write 50,000 words towards my first book.
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