Thursday, November 22, 2007
I know that it’s been ages since I’ve posted anything—we’ve been swamped here, preparing for the holidays, reading and writing (I have a stack of twenty young adult books that I’m cruising through; and my own novel is at 81,369 words. Whew.), and hosting five authors for an Author Showcase (which I’ll be telling you all about, later).
But today, my family and I are just hanging out, making food and drinking coffee in our pajamas, slowly decorating the house—boxes of ornaments are behind me, but the stockings have been hung…
(I can smell the pumpkin pies we just stuck in the oven… yum.)
Outside it’s a perfect Novembery day, drawn in shades of grey and brown, red leaves scattered on our lawn.
Nearly anything I can think of to say about Thanksgiving will be cliché, as you’ve all heard it before. So I won’t say it. I’ll let you fill in the blanks.
(But I do feel very, very blessed.)
I hope you all have wonderful days, wherever you are, enjoying the food, the football, the family—doing whatever you do to celebrate. Happy Thanksgiving!!—jl
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
writing my arpeggios: how one discipline informs another
... This freed me up to write short stories instead. “Do it every day for a while,” my father kept saying. “Do it as you would do scales on the piano.”—Anne Lamott
There is no place for rubbish and slop in the highly modern world of today’s fiction. Every sentence must pay, must somehow thrill. Every one.—Frederick Barthelme
One of my best writing teachers was my piano instructor at Calvin. As I played a piece for her one morning, she stopped me midway through, pointing with her pen and saying, “You played this note as if you didn’t care about it.”