I am out of the public blogging habit. It has been so long since I’ve posted I feel shy and timid. My fingers aren’t working so good and it seems I am in perpetual edit mode.
So I think I will ramble a bit and try to loosen up. Not quite like the red Ravine Writing Practice up at RWP this week, but…
So I have been busy with blog activities, but they are all pretty much behind the scenes. There’s “my” interview with the Funnelcakes. And helping get the red Ravine post up. (Hi ybonesy!) There is a new Stoney Moss in the works. But until WD vets it (and I do some banner work) I can’t (officially) share it. You could Google stoneymoss.org if you want to see a work in process, I suppose. But the banner pictures are a mess. (They rotate through, and “ours” need to be cropped and sized down and “theirs” dropped.)
And I wrote and revised a CNF (creative non-fiction) piece for my live-CNF-writing group for this week. I was so flippin’ nervous I sent them a long disclaimer when I emailed my work. I told them it was an experiment (it was) and I may have tried too many techniques from Charles Baxter’s The Art of Subtext: Beyond Plot (I did). I didn’t want them to think I thought it was ripe for print. I wanted them to know it was a big shift (be kind, don’t be too critical) and yes, I know that is whimpy. But I am really glad I set boundaries. It helped me help them help me. More.
And they liked it. There is lots of room for improvement. But they liked it. Even the part about my dad drowning kittens. (It was a dream. According to my mother. Rich stuff.)
WD and I are going to write collaborative fiction on the new site. I don’t write fiction. SO I can hardly wait.
The last few years in review: doing stuff I never thought I would do. (Including gaining all this middle-age weight.)
The recent amazement? Getting to meet poetry-writer-bloggers face-to-face or on the phone. (Can I brag and toast? I don’t count WD because we were friends before co-bloggers, but I still love her and brag on her. You are an amazing woman!)
Dale, Dana, Dave (a quick Skype call, but…) and ybonesy. This is a rich and rewarding world we bloggers live in. I feel so lucky. And it is real, people. (I wish I could meet all the poets and writers I have met virtually. I do. Well, nearly all. To be honest. But if you are here, I know you are one of the ones I want to meet. Sigh. Someday, perhaps.)
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It was great talking to you on Skype, Deb. Looking forward to the collaborative fiction and the new site.
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