Here’s one of the great unrequited loves of my life Frank Rich’s column in Truthout so it’s not a Select piece. i know The Times is losing subscribers, but many of us pay $500 a year. We should really be able to link the articles. I guess I can copy them and put them in the sidebar.
Sometimes commenting can really change a mood. Acton Bell’s posts always make me laugh. Oh sorry, didn’t know you meant them seriously. It was also the first time I commented on a comment. My knight in shining dawg, Doug, has sharpened his commenting claws…
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My best friend tells me that writing is solitary by definition. Yes, I know that.
It was fun to focus on blogging because it’s interactive. I could tell myself that my writing was improving. I could tell myself a lot of things.
I’m trying to finish a complete first draft of Electric Haired Chic: A Memoir in the form of Fiction by Memorial Day, and I have rediscovered something about myself. I need face-to-face interaction, often, with friends and family.
I don’t even mind talking on the phone anymore and I considered it to be a great intrusion. I still do if it’s a telemarketer, any political or issue group, etc. If a real person calls, they will a get half hour, at least.
It’s another day where the sun keep tries trying to make an appearance. I need sun and warm weather.
I tried forcing myself to write the ungodly number of words I make myself write every day, for my book, and just couldn’t. I’m in need of intense socialization.
Unfortunately people do make plans in advance, or I haven’t been in touch, or….
This book is something that I have been working on for four years but couldn’t figure out the structure until recently. I have other books pretty much written, but this is the one that’s meaningful to me. Fiction is freeing in anything but this book.
I keep telling myself to change my high school boyfriend to somebody more interesting, and who isn’t a Mack truck driver. He wasn’t very interesting.
But I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the history of my Long Island suburb whoever had a date pick her up in a large truck or any, probably, many times.
There’s nothing wrong with big truck; it was the world I came from that had the false values. And yes I rubbed it in.
I don’t regret it but am not as enamored with myself as I was for far too long.
I have never felt like giving up. I do today.
If I give up I will spend the rest of my life wondering and feeling incomplete because this was such an important part of my life.
The sun actually did come out just now, as in a blue sky, so I’m out of here. Unfortunately the sun itself didn’t serve as a mood elevater. I’m hoping a walk will do it.
Feel like my whole life is a battle for sun, and we’re in the midst of global warming so it’s selfish and unfair of me.
I went to B&N and bought books. Books that you devour in one sitting, and kind of wish you had read in the store.
It’s gorgeous out. Incredibly beautiful. I now know what 62 degrees feels like 62 degrees feels like. It feels good
I wrote this entire post because I wasn’t going to let a title like that go to waste
You will not give up of course.
“don’t regret it but am not as enamored with myself as I was for far too long.”
One day I may write those words, but I’ll remember you wrote them first.
No one else could have.
Writing does ten to be a lonely life, but the rewards are many sometimes. Just think when you are finished! I hope to read your book someday when its finished. And……..I ADORE the title!
a writer must disconnect in order to write…but strangely enough, most themes are about trying to connect.
I love the reference to Maiden!!
“I could tell myself a lot of things” – yes we can convince ourselves, can’t we? What an excellent title – you were right not to let it go to waste, and it certainly didn’t.
The last line made me laugh because when I saw the title my first thought was “it almost doesn’t matter what comes below that title.”
OK, back to sharpening.
I had a friend who’s date not only made her sit on the the coleman cooler between the seats of his pickup (on their first date). He also picked up a hitch hiker. lol
Good luck with the book! I love the format of your site. very pretty.
I just polished off 2 books. One was 250 pages, easy read, took a few days, and the other was 1,000 some odd pages and took a month.
I’m onto the next one.
Though no one around me reads, so it’s hard to have a conversation about anything inside the books.
I love great titles and great last lines.
it was the world I came from that had the false values.
Amazing. Keep writing, girl. And I think your life is a constant battle for sun.
You know, there is something about face-to-face contact, definitely. I’ve been hitting the writing/arts/music thing pretty hard lately and, well, I’ve noticed how it seems to affect my social skills.Finally hit my solitude limits last weekend and, ha, felt like a kid at a junior prom – awkward, out-of-place, etc.
Oh well.
Nice title, Pia. Lived up to by the post.
It’s good to know I’m not the only one to struggle with a story forever only to find its true form four years in.