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Monthly Archives: January 2010
posty note
This week, you may have noticed, I posted five times. Last weekend I decided to try writing things ahead and then utilizing the blog’s “schedule post” feature so they would magically appear, as if predestined. This has been a trial run but not a trial. I’ve kinda liked it. Schedules in my world are always … Continue reading
Posted in blogging, practice, work, writing
Tagged ideas, Lisa Ohlen Harris, writing and rewriting
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cursing the cold and dark
I stare at the fire near the end of a winter day. The house over-warmed for a while, but these glowing coals are still welcome. Ten years ago, I journaled about the cost of healthcare beginning to soar. I framed it in January ’00 as an actual problem discovered in the new century. Remember the … Continue reading
a tuesday thought
Writing is waiting and problem solving and waiting and starting over and giving up and changing your mind and reading sentences until they drip from your ears and redoing them again.
still, stories happen
This site’s subtitle should perhaps read differently. Maybe “an old wife writer who thinks about belief.” But I do still prefer “capturing a story’s glimmer,” because it’s a goal of sorts. In the practice of this life and craft I am motivated by seeking to let the stories near me shine. There are some beauties. … Continue reading
typewriter snippets
Remember (you who related to my post last week about my mom’s old Royal) how it felt to snug the sheet of typing paper into its place between the guides, to turn the carriage until the top of the page came around? If it was off-kilter, you pushed and held a release button while straightening … Continue reading
Posted in books, interesting, random stuff
Tagged pages, Richard Brautigan, royal typewriter
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theophany
First I said no. Tim asked if I would come with him to the Theophany service at St. John’s Tuesday morning (7:00 a.m.). I looked at loss – of writing time, of a weekly Bible study at a friend’s home where deer graze outside the windows. I told Tim I didn’t have the energy to … Continue reading
writer’s royal tool
An old friend came down from our attic. It tugged my memories. The gray, dignified look, the smell of ink ribbon, the sound made by a key’s strike. At once I was back in my bedroom during the summer after sixth grade, when Mom finally allowed us kids to practice writing and create whatever we … Continue reading
