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. 

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Word Processing

There's something about timeliness of ideas...not that good ones necessarily dry up or go away. But when you revisit stuff written in all "seriousness" so long ago you barely recall the characters, probably it's time to start over.
Not easy, though, detaching from the wads of notes and pages and pages that sometimes do contain a worthy snippet, phrase or image.
But it's a matter of being brutal (she tells herself). Extract the image or the word with tweezers or needle-nose pliers--jewellers' pliers?--and insert as needed.
No one ever said novel-writing was easy. No one ever said it was fast.
So why the temptation to jog when you know it takes surgically-precise baby steps?

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