Today I’m borrowing a format from Aggie Kesler. I am an early riser who loves a quiet hour (or three) alone in the morning. I keep buying more books, even though I already own more books than I can possibly read in my lifetime–even if I live to be quite old. I wish I could…
A few days ago, Judy K wrote an open letter to the Slicing community asking what she was doing wrong in her writing: for eight days straight, she hadn’t received a single comment on her slices! Since her letter went Slice-version-of-viral, she’s received many comments, on that post and others. She even wrote a grateful…
I had a found hour between getting home from work and needing to get on a video conference call. I knew immediately what I would do with my time. Read. A book I had requested through interlibrary loan arrived that day, and I am always eager to start the shiny new book. 3:35. Sit down…
Today’s slice is a found poem from Clare’s Not for the Writing, For Your Life, a slice I really enjoyed earlier in the month. For this found poem, I only used words in the order they appear in the original text. I had a very different poem in mind when I started working with Clare’s…
A giant box of books followed me home from NCTE last November, dozens and dozens of books, picture books and middle grade novels and YA novels and graphic novels and memoirs and informational books and poetry. My son shook his head as I was giddily unpacking. “You must have gotten all the books.” To a…
Maybe I’m just tired. I woke up at 3:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep. Maybe I need an adventure, something new and different to slice about. Maybe I need my writer’s notebook, an old entry I could revisit, polish, post. Maybe I need more coffee. Maybe I read too many slices and feel too…
Today’s post is inspired by Tammy’s question and post at Tammy’s Reading/Writing Life (a blog that has given me much writing inspiration this month!): What do you want more of? I want more rain. Not right now, when fields are flooded with snowmelt. But sometime. Maybe in July and October, a long string of rainy…
