Writing is a solitary pursuit--the imagination guiding the hand moving the pen. I'm pretty old-school, valuing the work of good editors and the revisions process before letting my words go public. But life is short, right? And sometimes, just sometimes, we need to spout off.

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A writer, mother, teacher, friend, I love books, blizzards and beaches, music from Hildegard von Bingen to the Beatles to Bonnie Raitt to The Brood; I love medieval churches, red wine, creme caramel, and roasted beets, and walking the woods and coastlines of home. 

Saturday, January 23, 2010

No rest for the wicked...

Update: WHIPS went swimmingly. Great audience asking lots of good questions. The very humbling experience of writing a very lousy first draft. The reminder to head that writing without an emotional commitment to the subject means you're just throwing down words. Not the most rewarding way to spend your time. Better to spend such hours reading and living and stocking up on images, bits and pieces of fodder to feed into the work.
The "trouble" is we never give ourselves a vacation, yes? As if we're slacking off or letting down The Gift by not practising it all the time. Spinning our wheels.
Writing sometimes just to appease the dragon under the desk.
So...today is a day off.
Proper thing, what?

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