I could say it’s because of the three invitation projects I’ve been slaving over, or the piles of work that awaited me when I got back from New York, or the new blog with which I’m still in the honeymoon phase and totally digging, but I’ll tell you right now the honest reason I haven’t been posting: It’s time to write the date scene between Joe and Vicki and I’m terrified. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for September, 2008
New blog
I have started another blog at startwithiremember.wordpress.com. Here is the description from the About page:
I remember writing workshops in college. I remember writing exercise after writing exercise, and how at some point, you just don’t know what to write anymore. I remember being told to “start with what you know,” and when you get stuck, just go back to the words “I remember,” and keep writing, and don’t take your pencil off the page. I remember going back to read these exercises and the words “I remember” lending a lyrical quality to everything that followed. Sometimes I can’t believe what I remember, and sometimes in remembering, something new is born. The posts on this blog start with “I remember”; where they end, I can only imagine.
Please check it out.
NYC vignette involving crazy lady and dangerous seating
Shannon and are are sharing a burrito at an outside table on 1st Ave. under some sketchy blue scaffolding. A gray-haired lady wanders by, glances over, approaches the table.
“What is that you’re eating?”
“It’s a burrito.”
“What’s in that?”
“Chicken.”
“Caviar?”
“No, chicken.”
“Oh, well it looks delicious!”
And off she goes.
More about YA writing, and series writing in particular
Here I am in New York, trying to get a handle on Victoria’s character: her life, her history, her family, her motivations.
When I was a Junior in high school, I went on a trip to London with my English class, and we toured places that were meaningful in Shakespeare’s life. We went to the Globe Theatre (which was still under construction at the time), Stratford, and Bath, and we took tours and watched plays at the Royal Shakespearean Theatre. Well, I’m doing something similar here, but this is more like the Gossip Girl tour.
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UES bound
I’m heading to New York Sunday for a couple weeks to do some reasearch for Hottie Farmer. I’m hoping that a change of scenery will help get the juices flowing. There’s something to be said for finding a place to write where you aren’t surrounded by dirty laundry and piles of day-job work and a million other distractions.
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FP2: Paper route
I have one week left of my paper route before it’s time to go back to school, and I plan on trying out a different look each morning. Today I’ve chosen a white ruffled skirt with red polkadots that comes to my knees. I’m wearing red leggings underneath, a white tank top, and some big chunky necklaces. To complete the look, I’ve tied a bandana in my hair with my fantastic new bangs I got last spring hanging down. I tore my closet apart looking for the match to my black fingerless glove that goes to my elbow, but to no avail, so I’ll have to go for an eighties Michael Jackson vibe I hadn’t planned on, but oh well. On my feet, I’m just rocking some flip-flops. It is still August after all!
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Back to school
It’s the first day of school. What gave this away? you ask. Was it the children skipping merrily with their lunch boxes? The crossing guard with her red octagon on a stick? The cars coming to and from the parking lot? No, it was the taillights of the police cruiser parked underneath the 20 miles per hour sign that clued me in, as I approached going about 50 while visions of cheap half-caf danced in my head. Luckily, I had plenty of time to correct my speed before reaching the 20 mph zone.
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Morning ritual
I started a new morning ritual a couple weeks ago when Dave was away. Well, actually, it didn’t begin as a ritual. I decided this week to make it one. It involves getting out of bed and out of the house by 8:30 a.m., going to the post office (second only to the grocery store as the bane of my existence), then stopping on the way home to pick up a 75 cent coffee. Yes, 75 cents! And the small is huge! And I am not disclosing the name of this coffee shop, because then you all will go there, and they’ll raise their prices, and really you’ll take from me the joy of walking into an establishment with no wallet, no credit card, just a crumpled up dollar bill that covers not only the price of my coffee, but a 25% tip as well! So, I’ll never tell.
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