NaNoWriMo: Day 2
Last night I taught and when I got home at 11 I had no braincells, so Day 1 was a wash. I see panic in my peripheral vision–well, and that’s kind of silly, given that I’ve set this goal myself, but...
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Just to show you I really am writing –well, and to give a tiny preview to those who’ve read my rough draft–here’s how I’ve begun revising my memoir. It’s rough, but I like the tone. Why should...
View ArticleNaNoWriMo: Day 6
Apparently it was of catastrophic importance that I clean house today. After waking at 3:59am thanks to booming music from the neighbors, I cast a bleary eye at the kitchen and must have made a...
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I found a letter from my mother dated April 12, 1989. The date meant nothing at first read, then I read, “No, I don’t think your father will ‘go to hell’ (grin)” and I remembered that my father...
View ArticleDay 13 of what?
I feel like a brick hanging in the air about this NaNoWriMo thing. Or maybe I feel like NaNo’s hanging over my head like a brick. ugh. One key at a time, eh. I’m listening to Hazmat Modine, an indy...
View ArticleNaNoWriMo: Day 13
About a year ago, as I was finishing up my thesis for my MFA in Creative Writing, I had a stroke. A small thalamic stroke, they called it. It happened on the day my thesis was due; I think I’d just...
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