Author Archives: Susan

Rewriting teaches you so much in the process. Imagery of poetry + factual accounting of journalism = narrative. Continue reading →

Wow, I’ve been up for several hours and can’t find anything worth telling you about, whether it be narrative of little adventures or some gradual unfolding of the deeper meanings of life according to me, or some worthwhile tidbit of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…and in a much more eloquent or raw or thought-provoking or entertaining manner. It’s annoying that the same story must be told over and over and over again. Are there truly only thirty-seven plots to life? Even with inventions and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

At Everyday Matters, do read this insightful and logical entry entitled, “My Name is Mud” that speaks of the difference between the finishing touches and finishing off as in kaput! a work of art, a work of language, an idea. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Although this may be argued with (by Neha, who more likely understands both the term but may be tempered by her understanding of the writing life as well!), I believe I have reached a state of mind very like the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well maybe Cormac McCarthy can get away with it, but I shouldn’t try. Got on Spinning a little bit ago to do some visiting of the links (it’s easier now for me to do it this way rather than keep … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Hell, I should have stabilized by now. Somewhere in the void between moody and elated, organized and scattered, purposeful and fanciful should be a middle ground that’s easy to navigate, seeings how one finally has the use of both hemispheres … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Luckily I’m in that creative mode where I can sit and write about anything in a kind of nifty way. But organization is key here, and I’ve spent the morning separating out the voices that are clamoring to be heard. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve started the task that I’ve put off so long, that of further editing and full revision of “A Seasonal Life.” In truth, I’m enjoying it. Why do we tend to hide from this necessary part of the process? Why … Continue reading → Continue reading →

“It is more than a calling. Writers do not write because they are required to do so. Writers write because they just cannot not do it.” Found this this morning on Scratch Pad, a weblog that unfortunately has only three … Continue reading → Continue reading →