Happy Birthday to the Intense Robert McAlmon

This mesmerizing gent is writer and publisher Robert McAlmon, who was born on 9 March 1895.

Robert McAlmon

Robert McAlmon, one of my great inspirations, looking spiffy.

QUOTE: “He (Owen Johnson) didn’t have to argue with me about the beginning of the jazz and the flapper age. It began actively for me when I was fourteen. As a child I had noted it without curiosity in my elders. That means the jazz age proper and the flappers were going strong before 1910, some years before Scott Fitzgerald was beyond his own childhood. It was in its heyday when Irene and Vernon Castle were famous as ballroom dancers, and none of us as children considered ourselves grown up unless we could bonton, pigeon-trot, barn-dance, Spanish tango, or turkey-walk our two hundred miles a week of so-called dancing. In those days the hobble skirt and the sheath gown were creating a sensation, and I remember seeing the smart young ladies from the university doing a step or two on the street corners as they waited for the streetcar to come along.”

SOME WORKS: Village: As it Happened Through a Fifteen Year Period; A Companion Volume; The Portrait of a Generation; North America, Continent of Conjecture; Being Geniuses Together: An Autobiography.

FUN FACT: In 1923, Robert McAlmon started the Contact Publishing Company. It is in this capacity, more than any other, that he ranks as one of my great professional inspirations.

Vita Sackville-West Ponders Her 121st Birthday

Vita Sackville-West was born on 9 March 1892.

Birthday girl Vita Sackville-West in 1916.

Birthday girl Vita Sackville-West in 1916.

QUOTE: “I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.”

SOME WORKS: Sissinghurst; Solitude; The Edwardians; All Passion Spent; The Dark Island; No Signposts in the Sea.

A KEEPSAKE:

The Edwardians by Vita-Sackville West at Eager for Word

The Edwardians by Vita-Sackville West at Eager for Word. $12.34.

Daily Diversion #105: Here Are Some Delicious Photos For You to Look at Whilst I Work on a Short Story

I have reached the frenzied, delectable stage of writing my current short story. All of you writers know what I am talking about: that blissful point where everything-plot, characterization, language, action-clicks into place. When it all begins to make cohesive, beautiful sense. That is where I am at today, dear readers. It feels good, but it is also time-consuming. I will be back tomorrow with several posts. Until then, feel free to let your gaze wander over, and your mind reflect on, the charms of this little gallery. I’ve had a tasty and sociable few weeks, wouldn’t you agree?

“Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.”-Henry David Thoreau

[Creativity Challenges] Why I Just Added a Dry Erase Board to My Amazon Wish List

It all comes down to time management. In fact, most of my professional difficulties can be traced to that annoyingly persistent foe. Time management is, if you will, my arch-enemy. While I am extremely organized by nature, I have a hard time keeping firm control over my writing day. The busier I am, the worse my habits become. In March, I am working on the launch of two new blogs, editing a book and consulting on another, and creating three pieces of short fiction. This is in addition to my regular blogging, ‘zining, and writing commitments. My self-control is a shambles. My desk is, even as I type these words, littered with notes, most of which are scraps of half crossed-off to-do lists. My lovely notebooks, ditto. While it is deeply satisfying to strike lines through finished tasks, having a pile of disordered lists lounging about mocking my intentions does not encourage me to actually do anything. Quite the opposite. Technology is equally sterile when faced with dozens of work assignments. I will ignore every single electronic notification put in place to help me along the path to finishing jobs, and will do so every single time with unchained glee. Technology is only my friend when it is helping me waste time or stay connected with people. Otherwise, it can fly off. Continue reading

The Transcendental Louisa May Alcott Died 125 Years Ago Today

Louisa May Alcott died on 6 March 1888. Here she is, at the quarter-century mark, looking utterly captivating.

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

QUOTE: “Do the things you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know.”

SOME WORKS: Hospital Sketches; Little Women; Little Men; Eight Cousins; Under the Lilacs.

A KEEPSAKE:

Louisa May Alcott Quote Typography Print at Jane and Company Design

Louisa May Alcott Quote Typography Print at Jane and Company Design. $20.00

The Dead Writers Round-Up: March 4th-8th

  • William Carlos Williams died on 3/4/1963. “It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.” (Poems; Spring and All; Journey to Love; Paterson)
  • Frank Norris was born on 3/5/1870. “I never truckled; I never took off the hat to Fashion and held it out for pennies. By God, I told them the truth.” (McTeague; The Octopus: A Story of California; The Pit)
  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on 3/6/1806. “Who so loves believes the impossible.” (Casa Guidi Windows; Aurora Leigh; Last Poems)
  • Artemus Ward died on 3/6/1867. “It ain’t so much the things we don’t know that get us in trouble. It’s the things we know that ain’t so.” (Artemus Ward His Panorama; Artemus Ward in London)
  • Pearl S. Buck died on 3/6/1973. “Hunger makes a thief of any man.” (The Good Earth; Peony; The Big Wave)
  • Stevie Smith died on 3/7/1971. “All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet.” (Novel on Yellow Paper; This Englishwoman; Not Waving But Drowning; Scorpion and Other Poems)
  • Kenneth Grahame was born on 3/8/1859. “After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.” (The Golden Age; Dream Days; The Wind in the Willows)
  • Sherwood Anderson died on 3/8/1941. “I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.” (Many Marriages; Winesburg, Ohio; The Triumph of the Egg: A Book of Impressions From American Life in Tales and Poems)