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  1. Reflections on memoir writing

    I sit here, uncomfortably, as an unhealthy torrent of overthinking floods my brain.
    Is this too big for me? It's MY story, no-one else can tell it.

    Thus far, my attempts at creating a readable memoir have resulted in simply telling the stories, as they happened.

    Not good enough. You need to explore the themes, the universal truths in the personal scenarios which are applicable to all.

    I can only write one way, and the lack of self reflection in my work renders it...
  2. Liverpool -- You'll never walk alone

    Until 3 days ago I knew next to nothing about European football, and the only British team I could name was Arsenal. But as we got on the train from London to Liverpool, I noticed a lot of red-clad folks, and soon learned that Liverpool had won the European cup, and that there was to be a massive parade in the city that afternoon. So once we found our hotel (harder than it sounds) we made our way down toward the city centre, and joined the massive bulging throng. Waited for about 2 hours,...
  3. little things

    I read something the other day and it is very close to something else that I read or saw on TV years ago, and I can't remember where I saw the first story. It's driving me nuts (not a drive, a gim'me putt.) Now I think I just imagined it, but the details and visuals are so vivid that I think it was a television short such as they no longer make. I have to stop letting things like this bother me and just get on with my ridiculous little life.



    It is possible for two people to have almost...
  4. 49 3/7 Smudges Of Spicy : Chp. 1 By Icy Hotdog. :D

    (PS, I still blame you all for this.). :supergrin:
    (PPS I am sorry it is readable). :superfrown:


    49 3/7 Smudges Of Spicy : Chp. 1 By Icy Caliente

    :)superwhew:)
    (Enjoy :D)



    I sat on the edge of my roomies bed, holding up two pair of pumps as she blew her nose in a tissue.

    “So the white...or the black?”

    “Go with the black,” Danni was nasally congested,” Why are you making such a fuss about doing this interview with Mr. Bond for me?”

    “Oh no reason,” I exchanged the shoes for...
  5. Sunday Amazon Browsing.

    Firstly I am going to squee of the fact that I found red nitrile gloves for $10 a box, which is an insanely good price that I might just get 2 boxes cause well it is a rare find indeed. :)

    Still not sure what else to get yet, but I guess I will figure that part out when I get that far.

    Ok that is all, just thought I would share a bit about my otherwise dull day. :D
  6. Heavy - book review


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    Kiese Laymon’s memoir Heavy is many things, all of them searing, brilliant, and unflinching in honesty, no matter what heartbreaks or difficulties rest at the end of the road his honesty carves out. But underneath the personal lie wider concerns. In addition to everything it is asking a reader to wrestle with about Laymon’s family, body image, grief, fear, and joy, Heavy makes us question what is and isn’t working...
  7. My Cousin’s Boyfriend. Young Diabante.

    My cousin and I are close.

    She’s my Bae and I’m her Boo.

    There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her, it takes a special kind of love deal with her stubbornness and sometimes overwhelming personality.

    So, enter Diabante, an odd and yet very much educated nurse. He asked me to write about him on my blog, I really don’t know why, but I said yes and here we are now. I don’t remember all of his accomplishments (I’m sure he’ll remind me later and I’ll make sure to take notes), but he’s a...
  8. Mind the Gap

    When I began my UK sojourn, I thought I'd be posting every day, but that wasn't to be. Too hard to find a quiet space at a time when I wasn't too tired to write. At this moment I'm sitting in the Euston London train station, awaiting our train to Liverpool, scheduled to depart about an hour from now. So here's a brief chance.

    London, I found, seemed to have subtly changed in the 50 years since I was last here (or maybe it's me); it seemed more commercialized in little ways, the way that...
  9. First Step In a New Direction

    The impulse to create something new or genuinely different is an old one- an old puzzle.

    I've never gotten past the stage of writing ideas down and that's because most of the time I feel like I've created a new idea and then- boom- I see it expressed in someone else's work, and sometimes with so much more craft and finesse I feel awful and want to quit writing.

    But, for some reason, I never did. Instead, I suppose, I simply want to try and make a story- however it turns out. I'm almost...
  10. Oh! You Don't Look Like A Child, BUT Sometimes You Do.

    I've recently finished reading an article about Black Childhood. The purpose of the article was to underline how Black children aren't seen as children in times of discipline.

    Furthermore, the article also touches on how black children are often seen as older than their non-black peers and how certain stereotypes factor into the treatment of young black kids. As I read the article, I found myself thinking back to my childhood. On occasions, my sisters and I were mistaken as the parents of...
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  11. What About... The Story

    (this is stolen from (Richach?) blog, but it was written by me in a comment there. I place it here, so I won't forget the trane-of-thought. This should probably be its own thread.)

    Art is an expression that produces a reaction. That's all I remember from my Art 101 class in college.
    So, fiction is art.
    I too am frustrated with the academic process of producing that reaction. It seems to rub against our nearly genetic oral tradition. Telling a story was a performance, an experience...
  12. Let's get uncomfortable

    I have been mulling over and over my recent big decision to agree to a Full Term Care Order for my daughter Hope, who is 3. I have also said that I no longer want any access with her, just postal contact. I have a myriad of reasons for making this decision, and yet I keep questioning myself. I didn't at the beginning. I was convinced I was right in my choice, that it was best for both of us. But now, IDK. Nothing has changed, except for her father putting posters of her around the town...
  13. Is creative writing art?

    Is creative writing art? If so should it be rationalised?

    For the sake of debate lets say we are talking fiction here.

    I am interested to know your views on these questions. The reason I ask is, from what I can see there are two influencing dynamics when writing. There is a conflict between the creative process and the rational process.

    As we all appreciate, there is always a compromise to be made and it seems to me, that creativity yeilds everytime when faced with the rational of...
  14. Loving So Much You Hate It

    I don't think I could say with certainty that I don't have a passion for writing. But I can confidently say that sometimes I might love it so much that I hate it.

    I hold on too tight, and when I finally open my white-knuckled hand I am upset to find the crushed butterfly, the smashed flower.

    This reminds me of something I read by Hemingway that I found just recently, in which he explains that those who love things that are immortal can love them as deeply as they can and do so forever, and...
  15. More rambling.

    How can you tell if someone else is going to want to read what your wrote? You have different interests and different passions, or in my case lack of passions, that drive you. I'm interested in electricity, and gravitation, and the basis of matter and if the aether exists or not. That all seems to be related but would anyone else care... I doubt it. So I continue to figuratively scribble my lines.... I rather like this blogging thing. It's cathartic without the big bill from the...
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