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pjthompson) wrote2006-07-06 02:29 pm
pjthompson) wrote2006-07-06 02:29 pm
Ain't we lucky we got 'em?
"Art feeds our insides, our jobs feed our outsides—and both can starve."
—Lucille Clifton, NPR interview
The sole purpose of this quote popping out of the quote file on this particular morning seems to be to remind me why I am happy to be working. I like to eat. And have a roof over my head, even if it is owned by someone else.
good times
WHITEWmy daddy has paid the rent
and the insurance man is gone
and the lights is back on
and my uncle brud has hit
for one dollar straight
and they is good times
good times
good times
my mama has made bread
and grampaw has come
and everybody is drunk
and dancing in the kitchen
and singing in the kitchen
of these is good times
good times
good times
oh children think about the
good times
—Lucille Clifton
Writingness of the day: I think I've figured out my psyche's relationship to the Muse of Short Stories. It can best be summed up as, "There! I've written a short story! Are you happy? Leave me alone! Don't make me think about it anymore!"
(Yes, there really are all those exclamations marks in my head.)
"Making better" is painful to me when it comes to shorter pieces. I don't have anything like that attitude when it comes to novels. I put on my hip boots and wade right in. But with shorts, I'm afraid to even put my little toe in.
This strikes me as very, very odd. But maybe that's changing. The last two stories I've done revisions on haven't been nearly as painful. Perhaps I have finally gotten over myself. At least where short stories are concerned.
Nah, that couldn't be it.
—Lucille Clifton, NPR interview
The sole purpose of this quote popping out of the quote file on this particular morning seems to be to remind me why I am happy to be working. I like to eat. And have a roof over my head, even if it is owned by someone else.
good times
WHITEWmy daddy has paid the rent
and the insurance man is gone
and the lights is back on
and my uncle brud has hit
for one dollar straight
and they is good times
good times
good times
my mama has made bread
and grampaw has come
and everybody is drunk
and dancing in the kitchen
and singing in the kitchen
of these is good times
good times
good times
oh children think about the
good times
—Lucille Clifton
Writingness of the day: I think I've figured out my psyche's relationship to the Muse of Short Stories. It can best be summed up as, "There! I've written a short story! Are you happy? Leave me alone! Don't make me think about it anymore!"
(Yes, there really are all those exclamations marks in my head.)
"Making better" is painful to me when it comes to shorter pieces. I don't have anything like that attitude when it comes to novels. I put on my hip boots and wade right in. But with shorts, I'm afraid to even put my little toe in.
This strikes me as very, very odd. But maybe that's changing. The last two stories I've done revisions on haven't been nearly as painful. Perhaps I have finally gotten over myself. At least where short stories are concerned.
Nah, that couldn't be it.
no subject
no subject
But I'm doing a major rewrite of eudora and it's going pretty well. I'm thinking maybe my minimum "subjectivity angle" on shorts must be five years because that's how long ago I wrote the first draft of both Loose Dogs and Eudora and it's only now, apparently, that I have what it takes to slash those suckers.