Category: Writing
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Silver winter magic… Pause before it slips away. Stay a moment in the place where the world is old and the world is new. Listen to the sound of wind and ice and the dampened quiet of snow. Listen closer to the music of growing roots, moaning caves, and crisp cries of winter creatures. Glinting…
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Of winter pale… Winter light peels away the dark of night like one sheer black veil lifted to reveal a pale white one. Diffuse rays of pale yellow light scatter across the otherwise blue land and cityscapes and tints the underside of long charcoal and cobalt clouds pale pink and apricot in the pale blue…
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Write what you know… Anyone who has dabbled in writing has probably heard the common words of wisdom (often from wannabe or non-writers) “write what you know”. This little germ of insight, like most overused platitudes, carries a grain of truth in its banal and nearly meaningless foil packaging. If you take the aphorism literally…
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Boxing Day: a poem… I promise this will be the only poem in this blog. Christmas came and Christmas went With toys and bows and money spent And nothing left but Christmas lint Underneath the Christmas tree. Paper packing, strings, and ties Broken bits of wrong surprise Turkey, ham, green beans, and pies Remain from…
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The grind… The passive intent of my 10 Weeks of Winter project has been to habituate myself to regular writing. Like many writers (or aspiring writers) I have experimented with daily writing practices, like morning pages and daily prompts, and generally to my benefit. A daily writing practice really does build up a kind of…
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Rule of threes… Today marks the end of the first third of my 10 Weeks of Winter project and the beginning of the remaining two-thirds. I discussed the challenge inherent in thirds last week in the post Thirds of Change, but there is another aspect of thirds to consider when benchmarking, building, composing, or creating…
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The blank page… A blank page stares at me empty and white. I stare back casting my gaze out to scan for a sign, something to give me direction or hint at potential. Nothing meets my eye. It’s forbidding terrain. It will not reveal its secrets, but I know there’s something hidden here, something worth…
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Of winter blue… Ice and shadow and moonlit nights wash the winter world in blue dowsed water color. Rain and water vapor muddle the light and lingering water drops and puddles reflect back the cast of blue. Snow glints back the bright or grey blue of the sky and edges up in crosshatched shades of…