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Convenient justification for how slowly my Georgia O’Keeffe essay is going: “I think I would like to allow everyone to continue to have the illusion that creative acts happen in a blinding flash of light. But, in fact, everything you say about the job of writing, about the craftsmanship of it, is, for me, a […]
buy accutane online nz I’ve been enthralled by all the Patti Smith interviews marking the publication of her second memoir, M Train. So much so that I went to BookWoman to buy it and its predecessor, Just Kids. (But I’m not allowed to start reading them until I finish my essay on two Georgia O’Keeffe exhibits.) About developing her […]
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Last night I attended a creative writing prompt group, for the first time ever, via MeetUp.com. It was my one-writerly-activity-for-the-week, a variation on Julia Cameron’s weekly artist’s date. I was astonished, just astonished, did I say astonished?, how the storytelling just flowed out of my companions. My first prompt response was okay, the second dreadful, […]
Well, it’s Monday, and if I can trust the insight of Elizabeth Hardwick — and I do — I may have something worthwhile by Friday . . . “Interviewer: Can you always arrive at the tone you want? Hardwick: No, I can’t, and when that happens I put the work aside. But I’ve noticed that […]
Shouldn’t I be spending every available waking moment at the screen, or on the page, writing? I despair, and the word is not too severe, at the amount of time I waste. This morning I came across this bit of writerly self-revelation from Joyce Carol Oates, likely the world’s most prolific writer, in The Writer’s […]
Why do I write? Because I find the world endlessly fascinating. And because I love sentences.