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Monthly Archives: December 2007

Earl Grey Tea Tastes Like I’m Kissing My Aunt Mildred’s Wet, Rouged Cheek

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

My son is six and draws and writes every day. He’s getting better each hour, it seems, and it’s a lesson to me that a writer must write often, not necessarily every day, but often. The great Francois Camoin told me that the mind needs time to accumulate experience. So I’m thinking to write every [...]

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I’m Not Going to Miss You

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

I’m always writing, even when I haven’t a pen in hand or a keyboard in front of me. I forgot who said it, maybe Mark Twain, Thomas Jefferson…somebody…said something like, “My wife doesn’t understand that even when I’m staring out the window, I’m working…” My wife thinks this is all bullshit, of course. Who wouldn’t? [...]

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Lost

Monday, December 3, 2007

I turned in my first bit of my novel to the workshop group. I didn’t qualify it with any critical commentary, because I can’t stand when writers do that. Students I can tolerate because they are scared of just about everything — especially sharing their writing with others. I’m scared, too, but I know no [...]

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