When Sickness Prevails

. . . we have quotes. “Everyone has his own story, and everyone could arouse interest in the romance of his life if he but comprehended it.” George Sand “You have a responsibility to tell history because people forget history.” Leslie Brody “History is nothing more than a thin bread of what is remembered stretched out over an ocean of what has been forgotten.” Milan Kundera “I go out of my way; but rather by license than carelessness. My ideas follow one another; but sometimes it is from a distance, and look at each; but with a sidelong glance ……

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Grrrl Chillin

Grrrl Chilling Studio by J.A. Kauppinen

As I sit down to write this #MondayBlog today, I realize I am late. However, I won’t worry about that. I’m getting one in long before Tuesday, which makes me happy. Speaking of joy, I feel good today. Why am I happy, you ask? Especially when: There are 540 fires burning in my province and, even in Vancouver, the air quality is BC’s worst in history and the worst in the world. I am stuck indoors in hot temperatures (no air con) because I don’t want to risk endangering my health any more than it already is. I would love…

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“Dreamwood” by Adrienne Rich

  In the old, scratched, cheap wood of the typing stand there is a landscape, veined, which only a child can see or the child’s older self, a poet, a woman dreaming when she should be typing the last report of the day. If this were a map, she thinks, a map laid down to memorize because she might be walking it, it shows ridge upon ridge fading into hazed desert here and there a sign of aquifers and one possible watering-hole. If this were a map it would be the map of the last age of her life, not…

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Meet Carol Argyris, A Scottish Author and Poet

What are you working on? I’ve written an eighty thousand word children’s novel pitched for nine to twelve-year olds about a furry four-armed alien called Yub who, a teenager on his own planet, has a special ability that allows him to travel through space. His planet is dying and all its inhabitants live underground in biospheres built after the Cataclysms (a war) that caused the destruction of the protective atmospheric shield around the planet. Looking for a planet like his own was before the violent changes. Yub arrives in the North of Scotland and contacts a teenage boy, Josh, who…

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OhDoYa, How ’bout It?

  OhDoYa, a green bull shark, en route from Cairns to Forres, crossed my kayaking path to Scotland yesterday. We chatted once we got past all that sly dawg “How-’bout-it?” nonsense. He bragged of how he almost fished his way into yacht ownership last week. That is, until its ravenous Cap’n gulped OhDo’s sauteed-garlic-King-Crab-and-rib-eye bait, ripped free of the trap line, and sped away. Ah! The stuff I learn and characters I meet while travelling in my wilderness! It’s worth every strained back and neck muscle, slivered butt cheek, paddling blister, tear-stained other cheeks, and cold, wet hand–the latter of…

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How Do You Change When You Are Writing?

How do I change when I am writing? With great difficulty. It depends on three vital points. Where am I writing? While on the Skytrain with hundreds of bodies—a few religiously unwashed–pressing against me, cutting off my air. Do I sit between a staunchly stoic older couple in a tiny Aquabus, which heaves against the water en route to Granville Island? Perhaps I am in a meeting in the matchbox-sized grey Quaker church opposite my place. How am I writing? The options are my phone, laptop, a pen, or using my best friend’s phone with the voice activated android assistant….

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An Awesome Writing Quote by Ray Bradbury

This quote took me right out of the pit today. I re-read it and feel my passion for words and writing ignite again. Thank you, Ray Bradbury! “If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books…

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Oh Writer’s Voice – Why Don’t You …?

Since I was introduced to the juicy writing prompts Laura Davis posts weekly on The Writer’s Journey website, I’m in writing prompt heaven. They stir up my creative juices, as they did again today. Describe what writing practice is to you. My first inclination?  To scribble down “torture.” Because there are times it feels like that. Stepping on a nail.  Painful. Hard. Bloody. After I took a breath, I approached it as a writing practice. Once I started, I let my keyboard sing, not stopping or editing,  and came up with the following. “Yanking freshly washed sheets out of a…

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Dry Spell

Since attending Commonweal in July 2011, my year was anything but a dry spell, especially in comparison to the previous fifteen. However, there were times where work had me spent; it seemed my creative juices had just evaporated. During these times, I hovered somewhere between depression and a deep anxiety that I was all washed up before I even started. I wrote many pieces only to delete. Delete. Delete. Enter my second retreat under the awesome and skilled guidance of Laura Davis. It could not have come a day too soon. Prior to that, I aspired to be a gabby social…

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Why Do I Write?

Why Do I Write? Let me see, I love yakking it up–or yukking it up, whichever tickles my toes at any moment. I love sharing a belly laugh with friends.  Sipping virtual coffee or tea and enjoying the musings of my tribe as we slowly start waking up–or at least showing signs of life from across the invisible divide. Why Do I Write? My mind is a sponge dedicated to the observance of all around me. When I go strolling in the woods, my ears are attuned to the sweet vision of bumble bees. My eyes meditate on the silence…

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