It is, as a friend of mine said, contagious. This idea of committing to doing something crazy and wonderful, like writing fifty-thousand words of a novel in thirty days, or publishing a new demo song each week for a whole year, or walking a labyrinth at least once a day, or getting a short story … Continue reading Creation: It’s contagious (Project Create)
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Follow Guinn’s Life and Death
I'm posting the NaNoWriMo story as I go, every other day or so. You can read along here. Dang, this is fun. November 8: Getting caught up - I posted another couple of episodes. I have some serious cleaning up to do of the sections I wrote in Ballard's Old Pequliar pub. (No further comment.) … Continue reading Follow Guinn’s Life and Death
Warning: NaNoWriMo Dead Ahead
National Novel Writing Month starts November 1. The commitment: write fifty-thousand words in thirty days. The insanity for which one should be committed: agreeing to write fifty-thousand words in thirty days. Last year's tale, You Jane, is coming down from this site's NaNoWriMo Story page on Sunday, October 23. The great empty space that will be … Continue reading Warning: NaNoWriMo Dead Ahead
Panic attack
A year ago, I was preparing to leave on an adventure - two months working in central Europe. I've been thinking about that a lot, because this month I'm preparing for another adventure - only this time I'll be traveling to a new version of myself, as a teacher and writer. Guess which journey is scarier? … Continue reading Panic attack
Here’s a good poet. Seriously.
I am not big on contemporary poetry - here's an exception. It mentions animal sweatshirts, but it is not, like many contemporary poems, an ode to the adorable-ness of a cat, nor does it invite us to know waaay too much about the poet's inner angst, like many other contemporary poems. Instead, it's funny. It … Continue reading Here’s a good poet. Seriously.
While I was indoors…
While I was inside a hotel conference center for four days trying to find a home for the novel, some other important stuff was going on in the world. Those days saw some of the most beautiful summer weather the Seattle area has seen since, well, it feels like since the last century. Early August … Continue reading While I was indoors…
First Novel, Seeking Good Home
Ninety-one thousand words. Three years, six months, fourteen days in the writing (so far). A story that spans thirty years, two continents, three generations, and at least four planets. Two friends who learn what can happen when you decide to trust one another, and of course, follow your dog. It's time for this novel to … Continue reading First Novel, Seeking Good Home
Would you read this?
"Would you want to read this book?" On August 6 that's the question I'll be asking as I meet literary agents and publishers at the Pacific Northwest Writers' Association conference. It doesn't matter to me if they are only being polite when they say "send it to me," as long as they say it. Time … Continue reading Would you read this?
PPP3 – does this sound like where you work?
Finally posting the next chapter in The Book. You can find it, oddly enough, on The Book page. In chapter one, Louie (Our Heroine) found an agreement that seemed to show her boss is an alien, working for an organization that bought her company three years earlier. In chapter two, she confronted her boss, who showed … Continue reading PPP3 – does this sound like where you work?
When you are old, everything reminds you
I read this piece - written to a friend a couple of years ago - at another friend's 50th birthday party tonight. It was great fun to hear his laughter. The last time I bought a hair dryer, Bill Clinton was president. It was early enough in his presidency that we still thought he would … Continue reading When you are old, everything reminds you
Elizabeth Fountain, Author 