Plot problems...I'm so close to getting the ending of this novel. Painfully close. But I've got this character, Linnie from the other blog actually, and she's been caught listening in to a conversation she's not supposed to hear. Now, Linnie, being Linnie, would let nothing stop her from rushing to her friend to warn her …
Happy Birthday to Me and My Expectations
I love my birthday. Make no mistake, I don't mind telling people my age or finding gray hair. But there is something about special dates--birthdays, New Year's Day, anniversaries, weddings, whatever special day you choose--that lends itself to milemarkers and expectations. Ten years on and I'm still working the same job. Hey, I like my …
How to End It All
Ending a novel is its own special cirlce of hell. And circle is a good word for it, really, because you've got to bring the events set in motion in the beginning round to the end. Obviously. (Oh, how much fun it is to state the obvious.) Well, I've got the ending-ending. The last scene. …
Lock me in an art supply store, please.
Yesterday I thought today I'd have eight hours for writing and art--ah, what bliss! But, life being what it is, I'll get three hours instead. Well, I've gotten good news today too and it's my birthday this weekend (and I LOVE my birthday), so I'm working on not being disappointed by the redirection of my …
Something You Cannot Possibly Do
A quote from the sculptor Henry Moore (via Rob Breszny--thank you, thank you), "The secret of life is to a have a task, something you devote your life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for your whole life. And the most important thing is--it must be something you cannot possibly …
Malevolent Trees
Lake Belle may take over my life, and considering I just threw the name at the place in hope that a "perfect" name would come along later, it's a good thing I've grown to like it. The town is a mix of my hometown (which need not be named because, hey, some people love the …
dancing from wires
Best birthday gift ever...my husband bought me a ticket to see Blue Lapis Light. I saw them tonight and they performed in an empty power station and they were amazing and beautiful. There are many things to love about the show, but one thing I love about any creative endeavor is how it inspires me. …
Do I own my laptop or does it own me? (I think I know the answer to this one. Oh, Great iBook, what is your next command?)
There are writers who use this thing called a typewriter instead of a computer, they send letters, not emails, and they keep journals, not blogs. I'm no longer one of these people. For better or for worse, my world is undone by a technical glitch. I live in fear of the tiny bad connection that …
Who would’ve thought?
I'm easily startled and impressed. And I like being that way. So, here's something that startled me today...I mean, when I think of a will I think of money (which I don't have) and things (which I try not to obsess over). And I think of my son (who I don't want to discuss here). …
the inexplicable writer’s brain
Why do writer's do what they do? Why do any of us do any of the loony things we do? Or even the sane things? Maybe the questions shouldn't be why some people go crazy. Maybe the question should be why so many of us don't. Or why we hide it well. But this is …
Marta Bacon 