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In a couple of weeks, Hedgebrook’s second Vortext Salon for women writers will take place on Whidbey Island: three extraordinary days of workshops and conversation, in a beautiful setting, led by six renowned writers and teachers: Dorothy Allison, Karen Joy Fowler, Elizabeth George, Jane Hamilton, Ruth Ozeki and Gail Tsukiyama.
Vortext was just a gleam in Karen Joy Fowler’s eye a year ago, when she came to us with the idea of convening her compadres at Hedgebrook for a reunion and Salon. They taught together many moons ago (in the now defunct Maui Writer’s Conference), where they were the renegade literary women. Over the years, their friendships have deepened through raucous reunions in their homes: wine, good food and laughter flow abundantly as they share fresh work, critique early drafts of each other’s novels, commiserate about the business of being a woman writer, and cheer each other on.
In my last post (sorry for missing a week- I was on vacation!), I asked some author friends where they like to write. This week I asked them when they prefer to write. While I tend to be the most productive in the middle of the day and late afternoon/early evening, their answers were quite different:
Many of life’s treasures remain constant in the state of simplicity—a lesson that author Molly Friedenfeld learned when she began her journey in search of ancient wisdom. When Friedenfeld moved from her head down to her heart, it became clear: Love is simple. Truth is simple. Peace is simple. Joy is simple. It is from the benevolent heart space that one comes to the realization that we are all divinely connected—that we are all one. When we realize we are here on earth to grow our souls, we begin to look beyond ourselves, and we come to know this truth: what is for our highest good is also good for all. When we act upon this knowledge, we become difference-makers, and we inspire others to find unique ways to spread around this newfound love, truth, peace and…Continue
Sarah Glazer takes a second look at her reaction to an experiment.
I’m still not sure if I like novelist Ali Smith’s Artful. It has been marketed as a writing breakthrough, "refusing to be tied down to either fiction or the essay form," according to the Amazon description. Or as I would describe it-- a story framed around a literary art appreciation lecture.
At first Smith’s writing feels like traditional fiction. This Scottish-born writer is the author…Continue
After I did this video, I went out and did even more lawn work. Now instead of looking like a haunted house one might have trick-or-treaters through for a scare, it looks like a place that someone not-too-disturbed might live. And a peony bloomed today. First peony ever. It's red and looks more like a poppy than most peonies I've ever seen. Less petals, and very evident orange stamen. Interesting and very flashy. Love it.
I was lucky enough to host the lovely Bebe Balocca on one of my “Erotic Authoress Spotlight” posts recently.
Bebe subsequently sent me a long list of questions she wanted to ask me . . . and I am delighted to say she has just posted all of my answers on her own site at www.bebebalocca.com.
So, if you'd like to find out a little more about me . . . but were afraid to ask me personally . . . please…
A business card is a funny little thing. People throw them in fishbowls for free sandwiches, they exchange them at events, they buy special, shiny cases to hold them, and they find them in side pockets and overlooked nooks and crannies after being tucked away and long forgotten. Business cards are disposable by nature. You give them out and hope for the best. You order them in large batches and use them to consolidate your information in a convenient little package. Just a slip of…
I spent second grade trying to please Mrs. Rebscher. She had a paddle, and she wasn’t afraid to use it on any seven-year-old who got out of line. Under her watchful eye, we worked hard on our penmanship. Graduating from printing to cursive was proof we were growing up.
If Mrs. Rebscher could see what a mess I’ve made of my handwriting, she’d be reaching for that paddle. My signature…
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There are several serviceable biographies about child psychoanalyst Anna Freud, who lived from 1895 to 1982. But as a fictional memoir, Hysterical…Continue
A record of O’Barr’s personal and professional journey—one that paralleled…Continue