Overcast skies this morning. I've sometimes gone for days, weeks, months without watching television, but this past week have watched a lot of the coverage on the death of Ted Kennedy. It seems that his enduring lessons are service to others, compassion,and perseverance.
Since I was a girl I've read biographies of people who overcame difficult odds or struggles, and have always been inspired by the human spirit. It's always a good idea when you're aiming high--to be a published writer--to study the lives of people who have made a difference. So read about your literary heroes--how did they do it, how did they spend their days, how did they bounce back from rejection?
Today is the birthday of one of my writer-heroes, the late Molly Ivins. She is the featured writer on The Writer's Almanac today and in part it says: "Her fiery liberal columns caused a lot of debate in Texas, with newspaper readers always writing in to complain. One time, she wrote about the Republican congressman from Dallas: "If his IQ slips any lower we'll have to water him twice a day." It generated a storm of controversy, and the paper she wrote for decided to use it to their advantage, to boost readership. They started placing advertisements on billboards all over Dallas that said, "Molly Ivins can't say that … can she?" She used the line as the title of her first book (published in 1991).
She went on to write several best-selling books, including Shrub: The Short but Happy Political Life of George W. Bush — which was actually written and published in 2000, before George W. Bush had been elected to the White House. Ivins later said, "The next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please, pay attention."
Molly Ivins died of breast cancer a couple of years ago, at the age of 62. She once wrote: "Having breast cancer is massive amounts of no fun. First they mutilate you; then they poison you; then they burn you. I have been on blind dates better than that."
Molly Ivins once said: "I am not anti-gun. I'm pro-knife. Consider the merits of the knife. In the first place, you have to catch up with someone in order to stab him. A general substitution of knives for guns would promote physical fitness. We'd turn into a whole nation of great runners. Plus, knives don't ricochet. And people are seldom killed while cleaning their knives."
And, "The thing about democracy, beloveds, is that it is not neat, orderly, or quiet. It requires a certain relish for confusion."
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Clouds moving in here and rain is supposed to be on the way.
I wanted to thank Bill Kenower, the editor of Author magazine for interviewing me yesterday. I’ll let you know when the interview goes live on their site. And if you’re not aware of it, Author magazine, sponsored by the Pacific Northwest Writer’s Association is a treasure trove of insights and advice on the writing life.
Thanks too to Powells.com for allowing me to blog over there this week. My last post contains a list of books every writers needs on his or her bookshelf.
A quick fyi: If you’re interested in being a published writer it’s always wise to pay attention to publishing trends. A good source is publishing trends.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
I wanted to thank Bill Kenower, the editor of Author magazine for interviewing me yesterday. I’ll let you know when the interview goes live on their site. And if you’re not aware of it, Author magazine, sponsored by the Pacific Northwest Writer’s Association is a treasure trove of insights and advice on the writing life.
Thanks too to Powells.com for allowing me to blog over there this week. My last post contains a list of books every writers needs on his or her bookshelf.
A quick fyi: If you’re interested in being a published writer it’s always wise to pay attention to publishing trends. A good source is publishing trends.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Dark is descending and still so hot I haven’t opened the windows—just call me a wimp, but after I watered (extensively) and deadheaded a whole flower bed (a much underrated and oh-so satisfying task might I add) I’ve been sequestered indoors in my house of fans. –uhm as in devices that move air, not people who think I’m wonderful. Sigh.
Thanks so much to the Orlando Sentinel for posting a link to my blog at Powells.com. And if you don’t read the Powells blog, baby, you’re missing out.
Thanks so much to the Orlando Sentinel for posting a link to my blog at Powells.com. And if you don’t read the Powells blog, baby, you’re missing out.
Lovely azure skies again and things are heating up. I'd like to send a thank you to the long-deceased Willis Haviland Carrier, the father of cool, or inventor of air conditioning.
Still blogging at powells.com so check it out.
But here's information I wanted to pass along from Alimentum, a gorgeous, gorgeous food magazine:
Alimentum announces its first Poetry Contest
Submissions open September 1st 2009
Deadline December 1st 2009
First prize $500 and publication for a single poem. Two second prizes of publication. Final judge internationally renowned poet Dorianne Laux.
RULES: Submit up to 3 unpublished poems related to the subject of food or drink. No simultaneous submissions. No SASE. Winners will be contacted and announced on our website March 1st, 2010. $15 entry fee includes a one-year subscription. Snail mail only:
Alimentum Poetry Contest, P.O. Box 210028, Nashville, TN 37221.
Note: Our regular poetry-reading period is closed this fall. All contest submissions will be considered for publication.
Fiction & Nonfiction
Regular submission reading period opens September 1st 2009
Please note new address for submissions.
Writer Guidelines:
We're seeking fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry all around the subject of food. Submissions accepted via snail mail (no response without SASE). Five-poem limit on poetry submissions. We do not consider previously published work. Simultaneous submissions accepted. Please allow one to three months for response.
Address your submissions to fiction, non-fiction, or poetry editor.
For submissions:
Alimentum
P.O. Box 210028
Nashville, TN 37221
Still blogging at powells.com so check it out.
But here's information I wanted to pass along from Alimentum, a gorgeous, gorgeous food magazine:
Alimentum announces its first Poetry Contest
Submissions open September 1st 2009
Deadline December 1st 2009
First prize $500 and publication for a single poem. Two second prizes of publication. Final judge internationally renowned poet Dorianne Laux.
RULES: Submit up to 3 unpublished poems related to the subject of food or drink. No simultaneous submissions. No SASE. Winners will be contacted and announced on our website March 1st, 2010. $15 entry fee includes a one-year subscription. Snail mail only:
Alimentum Poetry Contest, P.O. Box 210028, Nashville, TN 37221.
Note: Our regular poetry-reading period is closed this fall. All contest submissions will be considered for publication.
Fiction & Nonfiction
Regular submission reading period opens September 1st 2009
Please note new address for submissions.
Writer Guidelines:
We're seeking fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry all around the subject of food. Submissions accepted via snail mail (no response without SASE). Five-poem limit on poetry submissions. We do not consider previously published work. Simultaneous submissions accepted. Please allow one to three months for response.
Address your submissions to fiction, non-fiction, or poetry editor.
For submissions:
Alimentum
P.O. Box 210028
Nashville, TN 37221
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
An excerpt from Thanks, But This Isn't for Us is at Maria Schneider's blog, Editor Unleashed. It's a great resource for writers and thanks Maria for featuring my book.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Gorgeous morning with endless blue.
Next week I’m going to be blogging at Powells.com. I’m going to weigh in from the nonfiction side of things, and from my vantage as a developmental editor and writing instructor.
But I’m also talking about my origins as a writer—and how all writers need to write from their fears and passions, and connect to the images that have been seared into memory. For example when I was six my grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack. Before that, I, along with everyone around them, recognized that grandma and grandma were sweethearts—as in hand-holding-take-a-‘nap’-in-the-afternoon-fierce-spats-romance. So when he died in his early fifties it was a big shock to all of us and what I remember most from his funeral was the sight of his daughter’s necks. I was seated behind them in the church pew of our lovely Lutheran church and their heads were bent low with weeping and their necks were exposed and as tender and vulnerable as anything I’ve ever seen, like roses drenched in rain.
Grandpa was a hunter and trapper and fisherman—fly fishing before it was all the rage. I can still remember the silhouette of him and my dad against a northern forest, long fishing lines sweeping the skies, a river bright with rapids. My grandparents’ back porch was lined with his trophies. As in a yawning darkness of Musky heads and fox heads and grinning skulls and a primal smell of stuffed bodies before you could dash outside into the real air….scared the bejesus out of me.
So explore your memories and the aspects of life that won't leave you alone.
If you’re interested in a realistic view of politics and the media, you might want to check out Media Matters. I’m particularly grateful that the writers there are pointing out that the thugs who are disrupting the town hall gatherings this summer resemble the Swift Boaters of the 2004 election, and that once again, the media is sitting back and allowing them to get away with their tactics without doing their job of researching who is paying for all this and what insurance companies have to lose if health care reform takes place.
Just for the record: I would LOVE it if the government would pay for my health care and health care meets government sounds as sexy to this self-employed writer as say, champagne and caviar, high count Egyptian cotton sheets and room service, or chocolate and raspberries. {Please substitute your own food combination/luxury fetish}. And also for the record, I own no weapons unless you count the memos I send to writers, but I appreciate David Sirota’s recent Salon.com essay where he explains that gut-toting jerks aren’t protecting their rights, but threatening the rights of others. “Yes, the gun has been transformed from a sport and self-defense device into a tool of mass bullying.” He sensibly suggests that politic gatherings should be gun-free zones, just as our schools and stadiums are. And maybe the people that complain about all the government intervention in our lives should stop driving on the government-built roads and shouldn’t send their kids to the government-built schools, or visit the libraries, etc.etc. So of course we cannot live without the government providing services—it’s the reason for government, to protect the weakest among us, to provide quality of life for all. End of rant.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Next week I’m going to be blogging at Powells.com. I’m going to weigh in from the nonfiction side of things, and from my vantage as a developmental editor and writing instructor.
But I’m also talking about my origins as a writer—and how all writers need to write from their fears and passions, and connect to the images that have been seared into memory. For example when I was six my grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack. Before that, I, along with everyone around them, recognized that grandma and grandma were sweethearts—as in hand-holding-take-a-‘nap’-in-the-afternoon-fierce-spats-romance. So when he died in his early fifties it was a big shock to all of us and what I remember most from his funeral was the sight of his daughter’s necks. I was seated behind them in the church pew of our lovely Lutheran church and their heads were bent low with weeping and their necks were exposed and as tender and vulnerable as anything I’ve ever seen, like roses drenched in rain.
Grandpa was a hunter and trapper and fisherman—fly fishing before it was all the rage. I can still remember the silhouette of him and my dad against a northern forest, long fishing lines sweeping the skies, a river bright with rapids. My grandparents’ back porch was lined with his trophies. As in a yawning darkness of Musky heads and fox heads and grinning skulls and a primal smell of stuffed bodies before you could dash outside into the real air….scared the bejesus out of me.
So explore your memories and the aspects of life that won't leave you alone.
If you’re interested in a realistic view of politics and the media, you might want to check out Media Matters. I’m particularly grateful that the writers there are pointing out that the thugs who are disrupting the town hall gatherings this summer resemble the Swift Boaters of the 2004 election, and that once again, the media is sitting back and allowing them to get away with their tactics without doing their job of researching who is paying for all this and what insurance companies have to lose if health care reform takes place.
Just for the record: I would LOVE it if the government would pay for my health care and health care meets government sounds as sexy to this self-employed writer as say, champagne and caviar, high count Egyptian cotton sheets and room service, or chocolate and raspberries. {Please substitute your own food combination/luxury fetish}. And also for the record, I own no weapons unless you count the memos I send to writers, but I appreciate David Sirota’s recent Salon.com essay where he explains that gut-toting jerks aren’t protecting their rights, but threatening the rights of others. “Yes, the gun has been transformed from a sport and self-defense device into a tool of mass bullying.” He sensibly suggests that politic gatherings should be gun-free zones, just as our schools and stadiums are. And maybe the people that complain about all the government intervention in our lives should stop driving on the government-built roads and shouldn’t send their kids to the government-built schools, or visit the libraries, etc.etc. So of course we cannot live without the government providing services—it’s the reason for government, to protect the weakest among us, to provide quality of life for all. End of rant.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Overcast skies this morning and temperatures much cooler. I’m trying to get myself organized to have a productive day—the Working Class Acupuncture clinic is having a yard sale and I’m going to donate some items so I need to gather them.
Meanwhile, since there’s still another month of summer and you might be heading to the beach for a long weekend, here’s a delicious list of mysteries you might have overlooked at NPR. I used to read a lot of suspense/mystery titles. As I was working on my books, Between the Lines and Bullies, Bastards & Bitches I realized that I wanted to use a wider variety of books as examples, so deliberately started reading a wider array of fiction.
In fact, for both of those books I read 100-200 novels in order to formulate and fine tune my concepts. And along the way I mostly stopped reading suspense. I was thinking about this and I realize that my tastes have changed and I was looking for a different kind of drama, but also that the whole genre simply seemed sort of stale to me. Too many of the mystery writers that I once loved didn’t seem to be treading new ground or upping their games. I also read George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice fantasy series and it was hard to find a suspense writer who crafted stories with such thoroughness and imagination. (You might want to check out his website and blog—and oh joy! they’re casting the actors for the HBO pilot. I cannot wait…..) But now, looking at this list of intriguing mysteries, I realize that it’s time to revisit the genre and find new authors.
Meanwhile, since there’s still another month of summer and you might be heading to the beach for a long weekend, here’s a delicious list of mysteries you might have overlooked at NPR. I used to read a lot of suspense/mystery titles. As I was working on my books, Between the Lines and Bullies, Bastards & Bitches I realized that I wanted to use a wider variety of books as examples, so deliberately started reading a wider array of fiction.
In fact, for both of those books I read 100-200 novels in order to formulate and fine tune my concepts. And along the way I mostly stopped reading suspense. I was thinking about this and I realize that my tastes have changed and I was looking for a different kind of drama, but also that the whole genre simply seemed sort of stale to me. Too many of the mystery writers that I once loved didn’t seem to be treading new ground or upping their games. I also read George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice fantasy series and it was hard to find a suspense writer who crafted stories with such thoroughness and imagination. (You might want to check out his website and blog—and oh joy! they’re casting the actors for the HBO pilot. I cannot wait…..) But now, looking at this list of intriguing mysteries, I realize that it’s time to revisit the genre and find new authors.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A few clouds are moving across an azure sky and cooler weather is promised. My new book Thanks, But This Isn't For Us, A (Sort of) Compassionate Guide to Why Your Writing is being Rejected is now on sale. You can buy it here or here or order it from any book store. I'd appreciate your comments on the book and again thanks to all the writers I've worked with over the years--it's been (mostly) an enormous joy. Oh, and tomorrow night I'm going out to celebrate the new addition to my family, er, book case. I'm thinking champagne.......
As always, keep writing, keep dreaming.
As always, keep writing, keep dreaming.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Pale, pale skies this morning and the heat gods are about to open a can of whup ass on us.
I meet a lot of writers who are looking for agents or trying to break into print with a manuscript. Most don't have contacts in the publishing world and some writers believe they can still get published by sending a manuscript to a publishing house--which is pretty much an impossibility these days. One place to start is to read the blogs and interview of good agents. One of the best interviews I've run across is Jofie Ferrari-Adler, an editor at Grove/Atlantic interviewing Molly Friedrich. It's at Poet & Writer online.Molly is a goddess among agents and I strongly suggest that if you don't have an agent and want one, to read the interview because it's packed with info on the publishing biz.
Here is the final question and answer of the extensive interview:
Is there anything you haven't accomplished that you still want to?
"No. I just want to always be in the game. I want to work for at least another ten years. I don't want to retire when I'm in a walker. The reason why this is such a great job, first of all, is that I've been able to work around my children and my life. I have been able to call my hours my own to an unusual extent, in a way that would not have been possible if I stayed at Doubleday. But I have a very highly developed work ethic. I work really hard. What is extraordinary about this business is that we get to be more interesting than we would otherwise be. Because of our work. That's really important. In other words, we do go to dinner parties, and we do meet interesting people, and reading remains and will always remain a great common currency. It's fantastic to work in the world of ideas, and great plots, and the great insights that are given to us by writers. I don't ever want to be far away from that. And I won't be. I refuse. I feel deeply privileged to be in this business. So what if it's changing? I'm not going to change as quickly as it changes—there's room for troglodytes like me. And I'm never going to rest on my laurels. Because if you aren't always excited to get something in that is fresh and new, then you shouldn't be in this business. If you're just going along like a hamster in a wheel, then you've lost the pure white heat that makes this business so much fun. And it should be challenging. That's what separates the great agents from the good agents."
I meet a lot of writers who are looking for agents or trying to break into print with a manuscript. Most don't have contacts in the publishing world and some writers believe they can still get published by sending a manuscript to a publishing house--which is pretty much an impossibility these days. One place to start is to read the blogs and interview of good agents. One of the best interviews I've run across is Jofie Ferrari-Adler, an editor at Grove/Atlantic interviewing Molly Friedrich. It's at Poet & Writer online.Molly is a goddess among agents and I strongly suggest that if you don't have an agent and want one, to read the interview because it's packed with info on the publishing biz.
Here is the final question and answer of the extensive interview:
Is there anything you haven't accomplished that you still want to?
"No. I just want to always be in the game. I want to work for at least another ten years. I don't want to retire when I'm in a walker. The reason why this is such a great job, first of all, is that I've been able to work around my children and my life. I have been able to call my hours my own to an unusual extent, in a way that would not have been possible if I stayed at Doubleday. But I have a very highly developed work ethic. I work really hard. What is extraordinary about this business is that we get to be more interesting than we would otherwise be. Because of our work. That's really important. In other words, we do go to dinner parties, and we do meet interesting people, and reading remains and will always remain a great common currency. It's fantastic to work in the world of ideas, and great plots, and the great insights that are given to us by writers. I don't ever want to be far away from that. And I won't be. I refuse. I feel deeply privileged to be in this business. So what if it's changing? I'm not going to change as quickly as it changes—there's room for troglodytes like me. And I'm never going to rest on my laurels. Because if you aren't always excited to get something in that is fresh and new, then you shouldn't be in this business. If you're just going along like a hamster in a wheel, then you've lost the pure white heat that makes this business so much fun. And it should be challenging. That's what separates the great agents from the good agents."
Monday, August 17, 2009
A glorious morning here in Portland with skies somewhere between shades of Alice and Brandais blue. I never knew about Alice and Brandais, but lately I’ve been musing about the sky and the color blue and how I’ve run out of descriptors for this summer, the various shades in the heavens and our weather. But then I just learned my favorite shade of green is called celadon, so it’s time to get more precise because you gotta practice what you preach. For writers who want a huge palette of colors to choose from, you might want to bookmark this page.
Temperatures are heading into the 90s again and we’re supposed to hit 99 on Wednesday—naturally I’d planned a little soiree in my back yard. It might be time to whip up another batch of gazpacho.
But I digress—I wanted to announce that NPR is running another 3-Minute Fiction Contest. The first sentence must begin “The nurse left work at five o’clock.” While you're at the NPR site you might want to check out the previous winner and entries.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Temperatures are heading into the 90s again and we’re supposed to hit 99 on Wednesday—naturally I’d planned a little soiree in my back yard. It might be time to whip up another batch of gazpacho.
But I digress—I wanted to announce that NPR is running another 3-Minute Fiction Contest. The first sentence must begin “The nurse left work at five o’clock.” While you're at the NPR site you might want to check out the previous winner and entries.
Keep writing, keep dreaming.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
It's a soft, soft night in Portland and from my window comes cricket song and the distant hum of traffic. I've had one of those puttery, quiet days that we all need from time to time to catch up with ourselves and slow the heck down...gardening and the farmer's market and a nap and cooking and long phone calls spent lying on my back, imagining the other person's reality.
Here's a note from the talented Cathy Lamb that I wanted you to know about:
On July 28th, Henry's Sisters and Almost Home my two new books, hit the shelves...
Henry's Sisters is about three sisters and a specially-abled brother named, Henry. The sisters are ordered to return home to Trillium River, Oregon, to help their she-devil mother, River Bommarito, recover from heart surgery. Sounds simple, but Isabelle Bommarito is busy burning her bra and thong on her patio while naked at her Pearl District loft and recovering from her most recent blow. Cecilia Bommarito is in the midst of a mind-numbing divorce and ends up watering her ex-husband's Corvette, and Janie Bommarito, a best selling author of graphic crime fiction, a lover of the classics, and a sufferer of obsessive compulsive disorder is hiding out in her houseboat on the Willamette River with her lace doilies resisting all requests to return home.
The story is also about River's refusal to discuss the children's harrowing childhood, a grandmother who believes she's Amelia Earhart, giant - sized cupcakes, a bakery on Main Street, a cosmic twin-link between Cecilia and Isabelle, a rebellious daughter who changes religions monthly, spaghetti nights, a dirty trailer, overcoming poverty, forgiveness of self and others and, of course, Henry, the only person everyone adores all the time.
Almost Home is a short story in an anthology. In the first scene, our main gal, Chalese, is climbing on a roof with her best friend. Why is she climbing on a roof? Because she wants to spy on her ex-boyfriend through the skylight, how dare he have a date so soon after he dumped her? She didn't even like him anyhow. Both ladies are dressed in black, head to foot, and have night-vision goggles. Perhaps they have had one too many daiquiris. All goes well until they actually crash through the skylight, landing on the island counter. "Almost Home" is about having too many secrets, a past that catches up, a children's book writer, a Hollywood screenwriter, and an always pregnant sister. It's about living on a beautiful island with many pets, making "Wild Girls Jams and Jellies," small town island living, a manly man named Aiden, and taking a dare to live with laughter and gusto.
I hope you like both books. As usual, you can find them at Powell's, Barnes and Nobles, Borders, Amazon, etc.
I will be speaking on Thursday, September 3rd at Cedar Hills Powell's in Beaverton at 7:00 about both books. I would truly love to see you there.
I met Cathy years ago when I first started teaching and always knew she'd be published. Besides being talented, she's funny and deep, and real.
Here's a note from the talented Cathy Lamb that I wanted you to know about:
On July 28th, Henry's Sisters and Almost Home my two new books, hit the shelves...
Henry's Sisters is about three sisters and a specially-abled brother named, Henry. The sisters are ordered to return home to Trillium River, Oregon, to help their she-devil mother, River Bommarito, recover from heart surgery. Sounds simple, but Isabelle Bommarito is busy burning her bra and thong on her patio while naked at her Pearl District loft and recovering from her most recent blow. Cecilia Bommarito is in the midst of a mind-numbing divorce and ends up watering her ex-husband's Corvette, and Janie Bommarito, a best selling author of graphic crime fiction, a lover of the classics, and a sufferer of obsessive compulsive disorder is hiding out in her houseboat on the Willamette River with her lace doilies resisting all requests to return home.
The story is also about River's refusal to discuss the children's harrowing childhood, a grandmother who believes she's Amelia Earhart, giant - sized cupcakes, a bakery on Main Street, a cosmic twin-link between Cecilia and Isabelle, a rebellious daughter who changes religions monthly, spaghetti nights, a dirty trailer, overcoming poverty, forgiveness of self and others and, of course, Henry, the only person everyone adores all the time.
Almost Home is a short story in an anthology. In the first scene, our main gal, Chalese, is climbing on a roof with her best friend. Why is she climbing on a roof? Because she wants to spy on her ex-boyfriend through the skylight, how dare he have a date so soon after he dumped her? She didn't even like him anyhow. Both ladies are dressed in black, head to foot, and have night-vision goggles. Perhaps they have had one too many daiquiris. All goes well until they actually crash through the skylight, landing on the island counter. "Almost Home" is about having too many secrets, a past that catches up, a children's book writer, a Hollywood screenwriter, and an always pregnant sister. It's about living on a beautiful island with many pets, making "Wild Girls Jams and Jellies," small town island living, a manly man named Aiden, and taking a dare to live with laughter and gusto.
I hope you like both books. As usual, you can find them at Powell's, Barnes and Nobles, Borders, Amazon, etc.
I will be speaking on Thursday, September 3rd at Cedar Hills Powell's in Beaverton at 7:00 about both books. I would truly love to see you there.
I met Cathy years ago when I first started teaching and always knew she'd be published. Besides being talented, she's funny and deep, and real.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Siren screams are zigzagging through the air and the skies are a kaleidoscope of clouds. For you Twitter addicts out there (you know who are) you’ve just got to read Laurel Snyder's terrific Salon. com essay, Addicted to Twitter. “So I quit cold turkey, spent a few days offline completely, in a kind of self-imposed intervention, which only reinforced my awareness of my addiction. In the morning, my need to touch the computer was nearly overpowering. I forced myself to read the paper (the actual paper). By evening, it was easier, and my husband and I went on a date (an actual date, with actual beer). By the next day, I felt freer, saner. Distance really helped.
But now, I’m unsure of how to proceed. My Twitter addiction isn’t quite like a drinking problem. I can’t just abstain altogether. I can’t keep the computer turned off.”
But now, I’m unsure of how to proceed. My Twitter addiction isn’t quite like a drinking problem. I can’t just abstain altogether. I can’t keep the computer turned off.”
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Can I just be cranky for a moment? Or is the word bitchy?
I've always winced when I heard parents emote in saccharine tones "good job" to their kids for every time they pumped their chubby little legs on the swing or picked up a Lego. I don't know--this phrase just bugs the heck out of me and always sounds so freakin' insincere. So I was just sitting here writing, in love with the glowering sky with about 18 layers of clouds, when I heard a simpering "Good Job" from below my window. Feeling sorry for the kid, I peeked out at a young man with two little fluffy dogs who was praising them for stepping off the curb. Okay, back to writing and minding my own business.
I've always winced when I heard parents emote in saccharine tones "good job" to their kids for every time they pumped their chubby little legs on the swing or picked up a Lego. I don't know--this phrase just bugs the heck out of me and always sounds so freakin' insincere. So I was just sitting here writing, in love with the glowering sky with about 18 layers of clouds, when I heard a simpering "Good Job" from below my window. Feeling sorry for the kid, I peeked out at a young man with two little fluffy dogs who was praising them for stepping off the curb. Okay, back to writing and minding my own business.
From my in box for Portland-based writers (man, this sounds like fun!):
Sledgehammer Writing Contest
Writers to your marks. Get set. Shatter!
(Your writer’s block, that is.)
For the second year running, the Sledgehammer Writing Contest innovatively incorporates a scavenger hunt with a team competition and a prize package worth thousands of dollars—oh, and did we mention there’s a 36-hour time limit?
Noon, Saturday, August 29–11:59 p.m., Sunday, August 30
All ages welcome. Registration is open now through start time.
Find out more and register at www.sledgehammercontest.com.
Sledgehammer Writing Contest
Writers to your marks. Get set. Shatter!
(Your writer’s block, that is.)
For the second year running, the Sledgehammer Writing Contest innovatively incorporates a scavenger hunt with a team competition and a prize package worth thousands of dollars—oh, and did we mention there’s a 36-hour time limit?
Noon, Saturday, August 29–11:59 p.m., Sunday, August 30
All ages welcome. Registration is open now through start time.
Find out more and register at www.sledgehammercontest.com.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Last night it rained and rained the sound as familiar as my breathing. Woke up to a fresh, wet world, more rain, and skies are still overcast. I’m trying to catch up on projects and put my office back into order. Of course we won’t get into how I’m about three years behind in filing and paperwork. Make that four.
A few notes for writers:
The latest Author magazine has an article by the editor Erin Brown—Top 10 Ways to Increase Your Chances of Getting Published. Practical advice.
And here’s more practical advice from Julie Powell, the writer whose blog was turned into the movie Julie and Julia.(which by the way, made $20.1 million in the first weekend):
"I think you always have to keep your eyes on the prize in terms of writing about the things you are passionate about, writing about the subject matter that you really love. If you get too concerned with branding and getting the links and making sure that enough people know me—getting away from writing about what you want to write about as well and clearly and evocatively as you can—you might publish a book that way, but you won't turn into a writer. The writing always has to be at the center."
If you read this blog you know that I worry a lot about the state of journalism these days—so much is at stake if we don’t have investigative journalists around to keep us informed and if people stop reading newspapers and credible news sources. The current brouhaha over health care reform is a great example of our need for accurate information. Of course, it’s hard to guess at where the right wing shock troops who are doing the corporations dirty work are getting their so-called information. A simple fact check will prove that there are no death panels in the health bill, although there certainly are policies at health insurance companies that could earn that title. In fact you can find a story about the death panels on NPR.org since it was covered on Morning Edition today.
On to good news…..Recently Advertising Age reported that ad revenue is expected to increase in newspapers across the county and there’s more good news from Editor and Publisher in their list the 10 That Do It Right. The article includes the reasons why these newspapers are thriving in tough economic times:
Las Vegas Sun
Sioux City (Iowa) Journal
Briefing (Dallas, Texas)
The Post-Star (Glens Falls, NY)
East Bay Express (Emeryville, CA)
Star Tribune, Minneapolis
St. Petersburg (Florida) Times
The Daily Independent ( Ridgecrest, California)
New Times (Phoenix)
The Cincinnati Enquirer
A few notes for writers:
The latest Author magazine has an article by the editor Erin Brown—Top 10 Ways to Increase Your Chances of Getting Published. Practical advice.
And here’s more practical advice from Julie Powell, the writer whose blog was turned into the movie Julie and Julia.(which by the way, made $20.1 million in the first weekend):
"I think you always have to keep your eyes on the prize in terms of writing about the things you are passionate about, writing about the subject matter that you really love. If you get too concerned with branding and getting the links and making sure that enough people know me—getting away from writing about what you want to write about as well and clearly and evocatively as you can—you might publish a book that way, but you won't turn into a writer. The writing always has to be at the center."
If you read this blog you know that I worry a lot about the state of journalism these days—so much is at stake if we don’t have investigative journalists around to keep us informed and if people stop reading newspapers and credible news sources. The current brouhaha over health care reform is a great example of our need for accurate information. Of course, it’s hard to guess at where the right wing shock troops who are doing the corporations dirty work are getting their so-called information. A simple fact check will prove that there are no death panels in the health bill, although there certainly are policies at health insurance companies that could earn that title. In fact you can find a story about the death panels on NPR.org since it was covered on Morning Edition today.
On to good news…..Recently Advertising Age reported that ad revenue is expected to increase in newspapers across the county and there’s more good news from Editor and Publisher in their list the 10 That Do It Right. The article includes the reasons why these newspapers are thriving in tough economic times:
Las Vegas Sun
Sioux City (Iowa) Journal
Briefing (Dallas, Texas)
The Post-Star (Glens Falls, NY)
East Bay Express (Emeryville, CA)
Star Tribune, Minneapolis
St. Petersburg (Florida) Times
The Daily Independent ( Ridgecrest, California)
New Times (Phoenix)
The Cincinnati Enquirer
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