Making the bed is boring, and so is editing. This much I know (but don't do)—I must ... ... Resist the urge to edit right away. I like to plunge before the ink dries, when the line between writing and editing is blurred. But if I let my writing sit for a while, I know the edits will be truer. I know I'll see the doubles, the triples. Maybe. ... Go over and over and over each passage so I don't waste words. But sometimes repetition is good, I tell myself. See?—I hate to cut words. ... … [Read more...] about How Editing Is like Making the Bed
All right, I like ice cream almost as much as writing, but truth be told, I'm addicted to both. I keep more than one journal, write in them every day, use them as exercise books, carry one with me to jot down my thoughts wherever I am. When I think about what journals do for me, I come up with the following: Daily writing grows my portfolio. I hope it grows my brain. It’s how I flesh out my characters who plot their own stories. It's what I leave behind. The soft-cover … [Read more...] about Journal Junkie
A Trick of Light There’s a trick the light plays on clear days when the angle of the earth is at just the right kissing point and the sun burns forth in splendor. I don’t know what causes it—I’ll pin it on God—but it’s a captivating time of day. Painters and photographers yearn for it. Me, too. As long as I’m not driving when it happens, that instant of blinding light has me in its thrall. I call it “the blast of light,” and when I see it, I think of the paintings of JMW Turner or Claude … [Read more...] about Storyline and the Blast of Light
Snow again, although Mr Blue doesn't mind. It's cold, messy, disconcerting. Warm inside, though. Time to write. … [Read more...] about What Happened to Spring?
Reading the Four Quartets is like reading Proust on an empty stomach, but even so, I love the poem. Yesterday I listened to the voice of Audrey Niffeneger in between the lines of The Time Traveler’s Wife, and was reminded of Eliot and Proust, especially when I read her phrase, “the duplicity of the Now.” Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. " (Four Quartets, “Burnt Norton,” T.S. Eliot) Time is fleeting even as it is … [Read more...] about The Slippery Nature of Time