"Re-Create Your Life: Creative Memoir Writing" workshop with Elisavietta Ritchie, 2-4 Wednesday December 14, 2011, Calvert Library, Prince Frederick MD. Bring 500-1000 words pieces and we will read as much as of everyone's manuscripts as we have time for, to make sure that everyone has a chance to be in the limelight, or hot seat. There is some very good work being shown these days. Or if you have nothing written, merely be present, listen, eat holiday goodies, and be inspired.
This session will take place just before several holidays meant-to-be-festive, so we may have some relevant memoirs--or fictionalized ones for any season.
Editor Sandra Martin asked me to write some sort of approriate piece for the Bay Weekly's December 22nd issue,and this turned into rather more personal a memoir than intended, but watch for it--pick up a copy, or find online www.bayweekly.com
Meanwhile, write, think, (or in the other order) and be energized by the good weather (nothing lasts forever)--
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
October 10, 2011
Annoying not to be able to cut-and-paste from what one has written and gone over earlier--Convinces one that blogging takes too much time when one should be writing, as if for that amorphous posterity. If anyone can tell me the trick, I'd be grateful.
If anyone anywhere should read my blog, please let me know, and where you are.
For this instant, after a murky summer, I can report that the water off our splintery dock is clear, can see all the seaweed on the muddy-sand bottom. Interrupted re-organizing and rewriting within my latest manuscript-for-a-full-sized book,I took a brief walk, en route discovering the only flowers around: dime-sized yellow blossoms. Too tiny for daffodils, too few petals. Enough for gratitude.
And though I will not discuss politics international or domestic within this blog, I am angry about Egyptian Salafist forces taking on the Coptic Christians, reputedly the few non-corruptable citizens in the country.
And I have discovered a new literary journal, Red Ochre Lit.
If anyone anywhere should read my blog, please let me know, and where you are.
For this instant, after a murky summer, I can report that the water off our splintery dock is clear, can see all the seaweed on the muddy-sand bottom. Interrupted re-organizing and rewriting within my latest manuscript-for-a-full-sized book,I took a brief walk, en route discovering the only flowers around: dime-sized yellow blossoms. Too tiny for daffodils, too few petals. Enough for gratitude.
And though I will not discuss politics international or domestic within this blog, I am angry about Egyptian Salafist forces taking on the Coptic Christians, reputedly the few non-corruptable citizens in the country.
And I have discovered a new literary journal, Red Ochre Lit.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
October 9, 2011
All Maryland is supposed to be reading Sherman Alexie's THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DIARY OF A PART-TIME INDIAN this month. Although it is geared more for young adults, it is worth the read just to spur your own thinking about being different from the crowd.
His books for adults are good--
His books for adults are good--
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