Posts tagged "writing" — Page 2

An Introduction

I am afraid of being a copycat; I am a scaredy-cat copycat!

And yet, this word/world has called me and pulled me close (sweet-n-safe breath, an almost-kiss square on my lips).

Drabble. I thought I knew his game – chitter-chatter prattle, purpose-less.

Wrong guy, she says. Drabble is not Drivel. She properly introduces us.

Drabble is different. Flexible and free, but with holding structure. No games. No exhausting ambiguity.

EXACTITUDE [100 words].

She says that she will be with him every day in May. I want to too.

How can there be enough to go around?

Just play friendly. Source:

http://somethingkaty.blogspot.com/2019/05/definition.html

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Required Course

All writers look for a way out of writing.
But writing is like serving a jail sentence—
you’re not free until you’ve done your time
on the rock-heap.
~Paul Theroux

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Sovereignty

I only know that I will never again trust my life,
my future, to the whims of men, in companies or out.
Never again will their judgment have anything to do
with what I think I can do.
~Toni Morrison, Paris Review Interview

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The Love of Practice

Think of writing practice as loving arms
you come to illogically and incoherently.
~Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones

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Sour Grapes

I have been locked out of my blog. The tragedy lies in the identity of the culprit.

I cannot join the chorus of complaints about middling web hosting services and technological glitches; not even can I lay the blame at the corporate feet of the perennially incompetent Time Warner Cable. I haven’t any tales of Prim infiltration by Putin’s Russian hackers. No, I am the problem. My choking perfectionism precludes me from even making a start.

I soothe the pain of procrastination, of abandoned passion, with mental manipulation, my favorite being that I am not meant to be a writer. Negating my history—my absence of memory sans the written word, my first grade story writing, the engraving of words upon my mind—I tell myself that this writing thing is but a folly. Worse, I may even want to be a writer purely for ego gratification, for the cool and the cred of the writer image.

My excuses are but crippling untruths.  I am sad living without writing.

I want to let myself back in.

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