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A Beautiful Friendship
Sylvia and Marty (courtesy of the Alumnae Association of Smith College)
A lovely article about Sylvia Plath and her friend Marcia Brown Stern.
Daily Diversion #50: A Writer’s Best Friend…
is not a pen, paper, book, idea, plot, character or thought. Those things, when joined, are blood, meat, mead. They warm the soul, but not cold toes on a crisp autumn morning. Creativity fills holes and unmasks wounds. It starts an emotional and intellectual chain-reaction that flies around the world, unbound. Limitless. Yet, feeling a wet nose at the back of the knee is a thousand and fifteen times better than reading about a wet nose at the back of the knee. This is a fact.
Quote
“Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.”-James Baldwin
Voices from the Grave #39: James Baldwin on ‘The Artist’s Struggle for Integrity’
James Baldwin on The Artist’s Struggle for Integrity.
“It is a total risk.”
Something to Amuse Yourselves with Whilst I Play Catch Up
Daily Diversion #49: One Sleeping Dog, Two Ways
With our cable and internet connection mysteriously down until just a few hours ago, my weekend consisted of the following: writing (not blogging), cleaning, watching movies on my laptop, blasting punk rock through open windows, listening to sirens scream through the neighbourhood, daydreaming, thinking about doing laundry and then deciding against it, reading, swaying in the breeze clad in my underwear and a hoodie (I get cold), and photographing my dogs while they murmured in their sleep.
PS-I will be playing catch-up for the next few days. Thank you for your patience.
Apologia: Three Reasons Why I Haven’t Posted Much for a Week (One of Which Includes Wizards)
Darlings,
I apologize for the relative lack of recent posts. Alas, what began on Sunday will continue for another four days. At this point it is entirely against my will, but what can a writer do when the universe plots against her? If you’d like to hear my excuses, continue reading.
REASON #1: Oktoberfest. The Queen City hosts the largest such celebration in the USA and the second largest in the world. In other words: beer, yo. Lots and lots of tasty beer.
REASON #2: Professional obligations. I worked on an article and a short story, planned my October production schedule, and created marketing materials for a local gallery event that happens next weekend.
REASON #3: Our cable mysteriously stopped functioning Thursday afternoon. Unfortunately, when it goes the high-speed internet connection follows. This issue is limited to our unit, and does not involve the box. The wizards at Time Warner have no idea what is wrong. Imagine that. Really. Imagine that. One of these mystical geniuses will be here Wednesday morning to trouble-shoot the problem and make it better, presumably in a cloud of mist and confusion. Until then, my ability to function professionally has been gutted. I’m unhappy, but still flippant as shit.
In summary: It’s me, not you! You are still as lovely as ever. I will be back full-time, and in glorious form, as soon as possible.
Love, love, love, love
Maedez
PS-It is not easy writing such a long, detailed post on my phone, although having child-sized hands helps tremendously. See how much I love you?
PPS-Until Wednesday and The Great Re-connection, my postings will likely be limited to Daily Diversions and quotes.
Banned Books Week: This Guy is Going to Live in the Vonnegut Library for a Week. In a Cell Made of Banned Books. I’m Jealous.
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“Writing always means hiding something in such a way that it then is discovered.”-Italo Calvino


