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Sunday, November 30, 2014

I feel like Dr. Frankenstein

I had to save it.

It was a good scene, hot as hell. Too hot. Hot but pointless. So I took it apart, line by line, threw out the ones that didn't serve and crafted new ones. I poured cold water on the lovers, retarded their spark and made the waiting serve the story.

Ding.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

rolling




Lately, whenever Inspiration and the Muse want to go for a ride I 

can't find the damn keys.



A friend said "get out and push it."




Wednesday, November 19, 2014




"Writing is like sex.  
If you’re doing it right, you will not be thinking about success." 

(From somewhere on the internet, font of all wisdom, right?)

Wow. What if you are writing sex? 

 Damn.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

AQE 2012


"Using vintage fabrics in my art is a constant and welcome reminder of the character and original purpose of this cloth - beautiful utility.

Old damasks and linens take to contemporary surface design techniques,such as dyes and resists, in unexpected and satisfying ways.

This composition came about while waiting in my car in the winter sunshine outside the laundromat and observing several women inside go back and forth between heated arguing and companionable agreement as they watched their own laundry churning.

"The fabrics of our lives" seemed to be the theme of the day for all of us."


Artist statements have been the bane of my existence, but they are required for many exhibitions. Just LOOK at the shit folks!  This piece was juried into Art Quilt Elements in Philadelphia, PA and sold the last night of the exhibit. I miss it.

Friday, November 7, 2014

the fluffer moon

I knew he'd come.

The same buttery moon
who kissed me between the eyes last evening, now probes my eyelashes
from the blueblack of the west.

I got up, shed my gown and stepped outside to show him what a woman has to offer. “Bring it braggart.” I said 
and give him a twirl.


Back inside, my husband was
watching from the warmth of our bed.
He pulled me in all chilled to points and said “He'll have to wait his turn.”

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Paying attention

It's not the first time it's happened, but I'm going to make sure that it's the last.

While I was doing the dishes this morning a half dozen scenarios, threads of action and dialogue camped out briefly in my head. Rather than peel of those rubber gloves and take off after those ideas, I parked them in my brain. Right. And forget to set the parking brake.

A busy, emotionally and physically taxing day passed and by the time I sat down here, all the birds had flown the coop. Next time I do the dishes (it's not a daily event) I'll make sure that the laptop is down in the kitchen with me.

This is NANOWRIMO month. Rather than commit to pounding out what might be 50K of nonsense, I plan on culling the 110K that I already have and reading a couple of novels that have been on my list and celebrating someone elses  hard fought victories.