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All writers face this terror at one time or the other: the blank page. What to write next when all that must be said has already been written, when the next chapter of revelation lies just out of reach. During these moments, the desire to write is propelled by the need for output, the sign that we have not dried up. The writer’s raison d’être, the imperative to record the results of reflection married to imagination, is forgotten in our temporary panic, and we write for the sake of writing.
Writing that does not inspire reflection in the reader is empty, wasteful, and a contribution... (more)
I have been following this new phenomenon as it relates to fiction writers, and have often wondered where it would lead. On the surface, it looks like a pretty cool thing – a funding source that never existed before, a replacement to the publisher’s advance, this time, paid forward by readers. But then I tried to look at the pros and cons (I’m cautious by nature) and this is what I came up with:
a)Money paid up front to recognize the writer’s effort.
b)A vote of confidence by readers on the success of the book.
c)Advance publicity for the writer and her work... (more)
1. I hate scary movies. As soon as the music rises ominously, I start pacing. Once in a movie theatre, at The Lord of the Rings, I jumped and managed to throw quarts of popcorn in a 4? radius all around us. It landed in people’s hair, on their coats… everywhere. My husband has never let me hold the popcorn again.
2. I am the definitive bookworm. I read at least 5 books a week till I was 15, stopping only if I had too much homework to keep it up. My mother used to beg me on nice summer days to , “At least read outside!” Sometimes, to limit my late night reading, I have read perched on... (more)
letters adorn dusted yellowing parchment as stitches are divorced from fraying binders and leather bound covers are held by fragile pleated hands read by waxen glow his eyes opaque he struggles
words of writers embodied past times treasures as grandmother's necklace handed down
feelings etched from another mind another vision penned with quill from brighter eyes unaware who may read whose hands will touch the ink or turn the page
words of love... philosophy poetry pain a writers life once lived sharing deepest thoughts to be read again and... (more)
...to discover how many successful and prominent people became that way because of situations that each one of them experienced. Many of their writings were rejected many, many times but, because they were committed, kept their focus and had the spirit of determination, they became successful writers. I found somefascinating information and facts from a blogger, Christian Mihai, that I thought would be interesting. These are great lessons to learn from other people...let's learn some things from the folowing authors that we can apply to our lives each day.
For any aspiring writer, a ... (more)
Once again I’ve been back to Middle Earth. What a delight it was to arrive in The Shire in times BLR - before Lord of the Rings; what a delight it was to see Bilbo in his youth in The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.
This is not a movie review. All I will say is that The Hobbit, J. R. R. Tolkien’s slender prequel to The Lord of the Rings trilogy, has itself been padded out into a trilogy, of which An Unexpected Journey is the first part. Bilbo’s journey is thus considerably longer than expected. The yarn has been spun out, unnecessarily so, some might conclude.
No, it’s not... (more)
The recent death of Ray Bradbury (June 5, 2012) at 91 induced in me a fit of science fiction (SF) nostalgia, my trek toward literacy. I had been so occupied with everyday concerns, every day, for so long that I neglected my reading roots. My senior year at Middleton High School, Idaho, I fell into literature and reading through the open door of SF stories. Orwell's 1984 was my first love. Bradbury soon followed, reminding me in Dandelion Wine of the joy of new sneakers--what it means to test-pilot white Adidas (with three red, vertical stripes) in a full sprint across the front lawn at the... (more)
...novels, Jack did not want to be left behind. Besides, his back was hurting from playing golf on weekends and he needed a more sedentary pursuit
First, he was told that he needed a writing credential, an MFA or something. So he enrolled and went out for a three-week retreat with other writers, where he got drunk, swapped stories and slept with some of his fellow alumni (and even a loose faculty member who came to these events just to get laid) and received a diploma for his efforts at the end of the orgy. He returned with three things he had learned: (1) write daily, at least three ... (more)
For the last two weekends I've almost given up my usual Friday social whirl. Why, you ask? Simply because I've been seduced and beguiled by the BBC's adaptation of Ford Maddox Ford's novel Parade's End. It's brilliant television, with an excellent cast and a hugely impressive script by Tom Stoppard, all the more impressive given the complexity of the novel (actually its four novels in one).
My engagements were too pressing to forgo, so thank the gods for the BBC iPlayer catch-up service, knowing that the show was there waiting for me to savour at my own leisure. And how I savoured... (more)
There can’t be many Nobel laureates who served in the Waffen SS. In fact I can only think of one - Günter Grass, author of The Tin Drum, Germany’s best known writer and the self-appointed moral arbiter of his nation and its times. He was, not surprisingly, a tad ashamed of his background, which meant he kept quite about it for decades, all the while throwing around homilies on this on that and on the other, a little like Zeus firing lightening bolts from Olympus.
Now he has written a poem, not about his Nazi past but about the ‘threat’ that a nuclear-armed Israel represents to world... (more)
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