the kiddo's film Originally uploaded by mapelba The kiddo decided on the story line and made the snakes. Mom made the dog. The kiddo snapped the pictures and mom did her best with iMovie, which she knew almost nothing about (never mind about a soundtrack). Anyway, here is the first effort at movie making.
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Have you seen any success in these parts?
Pictured over there is my favorite singer--Neil Finn. Most people in the United States don't know he sang anything after Don't Dream It's Over as part of Crowded House, but in the UK and Australia he can fill a stadium. Is he a success? Some people think you have to make it big here in …
Hiding until the fun starts.
I think I've been hiding. Not hiding very well, mind you, but hiding. What more could be said about writing at this point? Perhaps I've said all I can say? Perhaps I am repeating my complaints and anxieties? So, what is this space for? When this question is answered, I'll let you know (assuming you're …
Open the Cages
I watched this video the other day about fear and permission. Chris Guillebeau quoted a lovely poem by Hafiz. The small man builds a cage for everyone he knows while the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful, rowdy prisoners. I …
Aren’t I too old to crash a party?
So, I pick up this tiny flier down at IF+D. More of these fliers were on the counter at the coffee shop around the corner. And I realize that this Books & Beer event is a night that my husband and I will be kiddo-free. Books and beer! What is it exactly? I'm not sure. …
My Magical Thinking
Getting my Master's Degree took longer than it should have, but in spite of taking two years off to join the Peace Corps, getting married, and working full-time, I finished my thesis, passed the language exam, and got my degree. My thesis advisor and I still exchange Christmas cards. How have I put this degree …
Finding Chemistry
In 11th grade my chemistry teacher let me come to school on teacher work days to take the tests. That's the kind of help I needed to make sense of anything. Mr. H didn't talk to me as if he thought I was dumb. One day he gave me bracelet that had been sitting in …
You’re Invited to Join Us
I've cooked up a bunch of stories and now I'm inviting my friends and strangers to share them. If you go to The Labyrinth Asylum, you'll find 31 stories written over 31 days. They're filled typos and the awkward sentences that happen when thrown together in one day. Now I'm not sure what happens next. …
Kids will believe anything!
"You're a good writer, Mom," my 7-year-old son said from the backseat. He has, of course, never read anything written (other than a greeting card or note to the teacher). "Really?" I asked. "How do you know that?" "Because of all those novels," he said. Oh those.
How many angels can dance on the edge of a query letter?
Good writing. Who knows the magic to that? But this I know. You can't get published keeping your writing at home. An agent isn't going to shoot out of the sky and land burning bright with enthusiasm for all things me. Submissions must be sent out. And sent out again. And again. Query letters must …
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