Sometimes I don’t want to write about writing. Sometimes I just want to write about the little things. Like puberty, petty crimes and rural isolation. Stuff that would probably go well in YA novel. Bugger. I didn’t mean to bring it back to writing. In 1976 (or thereabouts) my friends and I discovered Seventeen Magazine. Not in the … More Girls and Make-up: Crimes of Fashion
This morning I skipped up to the breakfast table and said to Himself, ‘I love writing sooo much!’ Himself looked suspicious. He rarely hears me say such a thing. Usually it’s, ‘I hate writing!’ Or, ‘I’m never doing this again!’ Or, ‘This book is PATHETIC. Someone else can write it.’ But this morning was different. This morning … More Finding our voice with words or paint. It’s all the same.