Archive for: ‘Writing About Writing’
November 14, 2011
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Edit PostYou know how they say that thing about a hundred monkeys and a hundred typewriters and the entire works of William Shakespeare? This is like that, but without the monkeys or the typewriters or the Shakespeare.
October 2, 2011
The studio has some notes.
The studio has some notes.When I was twenty-three, I wrote a screenplay. It is, as George Orwell might have said, doubleplusungood.
July 29, 2011
Failure is totally an option.
Failure is totally an option.In which I discuss writer’s block, and how it never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever goes away, NEVER EVER.
December 22, 2010
Not a true story
I am writing this down because it’s starting to get confused, and I want to be clear, perfectly clear about what happened here. I’m not trying to defend myself, nor am I trying to offend anybody else. I never wanted to hurt her; that’s never been my goal. I don’t know if the same thing [...]
December 1, 2010
Cranky and Bereft
Theoretically, I am very happy that I ended the month with 53,347 words more than I started it with, but in fact, I am in kind of a shit mood about it, which is so dumb, because there are actual problems in the world to be in a shit mood over and waaah, I wrote [...]
September 28, 2010
The Lexapro Diaries
I'm taking medication because my mother won't. Last year around this time, I was dragging my mother to the doctor, hoping to get her medicated again. After a few months off her meds for Multiple Sclerosis, a disease she's managed for the past twenty years, she was wobbling and reeling enough for her to accept [...]
September 22, 2010
Like the Dickens
Besides the usual shit-ton of memoir (Foreskin's Lament, which is a really funny and horrifyingly accurate portrait of the type of mental torture I've been putting myself through for the past few years, and by "few" I mean "decades' worth"; also Portrait of the Addict As A Young Man, totally salacious but with beautiful writing), [...]
September 13, 2010
My mother looks like Sarah Palin
Or, my mother used to look like Sarah Palin, back when my mother was forty and thin. She had the cheekbones, the wide, slightly open-mouthed smile, the big eyes behind the big glasses, and especially the hairdo, the one she'd been wearing since the early seventies, after she cut her long, flat-ironed Crystal Gayle hair; [...]
May 27, 2009
Full of it, as usual
Last week, I led two writing workshops — my weekly one at GEMS, with a group of girls age thirteen through twenty, and a private one, with a group of women in their late twenties. I managed to recycle a few exercises between them, including one of the hardest: Write nice things about yourself for five [...]
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