Posted in things that please me, writing, tagged things I love, writing on 3 October 2009 | 5 Comments »
The wonderfully intelligent and talented Zetta at Fledgling was kind enough to give me a Superior Scribbler award last month, and I’m finally getting around to passing it on. I’ve been so offline lately, I hardly deserve this award, but I’m taking it as incentive, something to get me back to work. Thanks, Zetta!
This time [...]
Posted in choose your own adventure, goals, work, writing, tagged choose your own adventure, deadlines, procrastination, work, writing on 19 September 2009 | 9 Comments »
… it’s the only way the flowers will grow, after all.
I’ve been asked to write an article for a journal on adult education and I’ve been trying to focus ideas so I can write a proposal for the next women-in-literacy book … and can I just say that my brain is DRY?
It’s funny. I kind [...]
Posted in out and about, poetry, writing, tagged out and about, poetry, writing on 16 July 2009 | 10 Comments »
Tonight was all about poetry in the Bryant Park reading room. And I was more obnoxious and snobby than usual … which is funny considering how much I don’t think of myself as a poet. I was annoyed with one woman who showed up with a raft of poems, expecting to be granted the opportunity [...]
Posted in family, love and other complications, memoir, out and about, writing, tagged family, fathers, love and other complications, memoir, SOL, writing on 9 July 2009 | 12 Comments »
Let me just say up front that my father died almost twenty years ago. Still. I dreamed about him Tuesday. And tonight I went to my second Bryant Park writing workshop and there was my father again, spilling out in the bit of memoir I wrote. Here’s my piece:
Walking in Bryant Park, I pass a [...]
Posted in choose your own adventure, out and about, using our words, writing, tagged choose your own adventure, out and about, using our words, writing on 2 July 2009 | 8 Comments »
Tonight I went to a writing workshop in Bryant Park. I almost didn’t: I was dropping from general exhaustion, I left work late with my new shoes giving me a blister. But I went. Oh, and Rain (definitely with a capital “R”.) Came up from the D train into a downpour that made sense of the [...]
