It's YALSA's Teen Read Week and the readergirlz 31 Flavorites continues, in honor of that. Check the schedule, and join the fun!
Alert! Alert! A CYBIL SISTER INTERVIEW! The title we gave each other is now somewhat problematic, as not all of us are on the same committee anymore, but Interactive Reader will always be my Cybil Sister, and I will always love her completely barmy, quirky sense of...everything. It's another 7-Imp Interview. Go! Read!
Periodically A.F. and myself get wrapped up in the multiple good works of blogging, and find that writing -- which is our raison d'ĂȘtre -- isn't what we talk about much. So, lately we've been gently turning down offers to be involved in some truly awesome blog tours and the like in order to, um, write more, and sort of steer our blog occasionally more towards our craft. We keep this blog to connect with each other about writing, and talk about books, and the whole process. We find that other writers do this as well, but to my mind, few do it as well as Read, Write, Believe. I think it's the poet thing -- it's so completely unfair how poets have this ...lyricism thing going, and can talk about writing so beautifully. I mean, today's post, all about freewriting, un-damming the imagination, and tapping into our creativity truly inspired me:
"How long can you look at an apple without calling it an apple? How long can you freewrite about bees without using the word "buzz"? How long can you hear musical notes without framing them as a song?"If you answered any of the above with "I can't," that's because you haven't learned the trick of delaying in writing. And you can. Sara Lewis Holmes is a writer, and she says so.
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I read Sara's post and thought it was great. I can do the delaying, no problem. Now what I need to figure out how to do is to make it GOOD delaying.
Thanks for the kind words. I just got home from 8 hours of driving, which did not get off to a good start because I locked myself out of my house before I had my car keys. Which resulted in a two hour DELAY. How ironic is that? (And I was not zen about it, but thanks to a kind neighbor, I didn't totally lose it and start crying and finally got in.) I'm going to be more careful about what I blog about!
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