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Friday, May 09, 2008

Writing Material

I like writing that turns the lights off and on at night, and whispers in my ear, shaping my dreams, when I'm sleeping.  I like writing that tastes like a hot fudge sundae; writing that's so thick and rich I could lick it off my fingers.  I like writing that sits in the middle of my yard and howls at the moon.  I like writing that steps up to a dare and takes a good, hard crack at it.  I like writing that purrs like a fuzzy, gray kitten in a pink bow, before stunning me through a narrow, dark alleyway littered with overturned garbage cans, used condoms, broken beer bottles and God knows what else.  I like writing that shakes its booty with me on the dance floor, gyrating like a crazed demon, sweaty and sultry, and then showers and changes into a long skirt and sandals to go home and read stories to the children.  I like writing that loves one-night stands as much as longterm, committed relationships, and engages in both, often and passionately, sometimes at the same time.

I hope your weekend is filled with whatever writing you like!

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From Louise

Friday, March 21, 2008

What is....

"a writer?" my teacher wanted to know.  I couldn't come up with anything at the time, so after a respectable amount of musing and stewing, I came up with a satisfactory definition.  A writer is a person whose brain will explode if the words, gathering steam while they churn and boil about in the mind's inner chambers, are not permitted to be released onto a piece of paper or mutate into a new life form on a computer screen.  Nifty, huh?  Ah, well.  Tomorrow, I'll think it's something else.

"a misogynist?" Someone outside was saying that all Republicans were misogynists.  At first I thought he said all Republicans were massaging ists, which was why I did a double-take.  Once I realized what he said, I was already inside, so I asked a group of students, clustered at the bottom of the stairwell talking, and then a second group.  Nobody knew.  So I went into the computer room and looked it up: "someone who hates women."  Personally, I like the idea of massaging ists much better, but then I'd have to find out what an ist is.

Happy Good Friday, happy Easter and happy weekend!

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From Louise