• Lifestyle,  Uncategorized,  Writing

    Pennies

    You know pennies–the  smallest monetary increment in America. There are often petitions to rid ourselves of pennies, citing all sorts of things from their unnecessary copper usage (the penny is currently 97.5% zinc and 2.5% copper), to the annoying pile in jars and cars where the pennies sleep, never redeemed for value. So this year was my 7th wedding anniversary. My husband and I try to come up with creative ways to spend our anniversaries after a few years of going out to dinner seemed at best unsurprising, and at worst, boring. We don’t give each other gifts on our “special day.” Neither of us is particularly good at gift-giving, and…

  • Inspiration,  Lifestyle,  Uncategorized

    Cheap Exercise

    One of the things that has taken a hit since I’ve stopped my day-job to write full time is my pocketbook. In an effort to cut back, I culled my luxuries, including awesome lunches (now I scrounge for whatever is handy. Yesterday was an over-ripe avocado and some crystallizing strawberries on some rotting arugula. The day before that, I set a piece of bread on fire because I forgot that I had turned on the toaster. It’s a serious glamour palace at my house), but more to the point, I culled a gym membership. So where does a body get some cheap exercise? Not only no gym membership, no yoga classes, no…

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    The Chariot

    The Chariot, by Emily Dickinson, originally published in 1890, is a poem I thought about in my novel, The Square Grand.  One stanza makes an appearance, as one of my characters, Isabella, remembers the poem as she thinks about her heritage, gone and irrevocably altered by small pox. THE CHARIOT Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting…

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    Things Which Seem Like A Good Idea At The Time

    1. Keeping a bowl of chocolate chips at my desk while I write. (My cat must have eaten them, because they are flat out gone. Like, disappeared gone.) 2. Trying to connect my Pinterest page to this website. (Impossible) 3. Home renovations. (#diy only ends in dust in your nostrils and popcorn ceiling in your hair.) 4. Asking everyone for a booklist. (That got out of hand quickly.) 5.  Savannah. In August. (Few things are worse.) 6. Telling people you are a writer. (They always ask the same thing. That’s why I stopped saying it years ago. I now say, if I am not too tired to think, “I like…

  • Inspiration,  Uncategorized,  Writing

    You Wanted to Write

    Your parents are frustrated that after they put you to bed at night, they can hear you through the door, yammering on to your stuffed animals, telling stories steeped in your four years worth of experience.  You get notes sent home from kindergarten  saying that you daydream too much. Those stories you keep telling are too bizarre for a small child to hear, let alone repeat.  You fold printer paper into small squares and write illustrated stories in them. “Is that a bug?” Your teacher asks. You peer closely at your drawing. “It’s a cat,” you say. You find a friend who can draw better than you to illustrate your…

  • Inspiration,  Uncategorized,  Writing

    New Choices

    She had just realized there were two things that prevent us from achieving our dreams: believing them to be impossible or seeing those dreams made possible by some sudden turn of the wheel of fortune, when you least expected it. For at that moment, all our fears suddenly surface: the fear of setting off along a road heading who knows where, the fear of a life full of new challenges, the fear of losing forever everything that is familiar. -Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym I am quitting my job. I have given my notice, and in January I will be starting my new life, sequestered at my writing…

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    Learning from Movies at the Savannah Film Fest #Savff

    I attended the Savannah Film Fest this last week.  I watched a bunch of movies, but more importantly, I was surrounded by people who worked on this artform.  Instead of sitting back and watching Anton Yelchin suffer for his art in “5 to 7,” I watched the film with a more critical eye, and learned a thing or two. Preface, I know next to nothing about filmmaking, the history of movies, and absolutely nothing about technique.  But I found myself learning about my own art of writing by watching these movies.  Given the multiple aspects of sensory information a movie can provide, film can sometimes skimp on what is the…

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