My quest for poetry has led me to some interesting resources. One of them being a podcast from The New Yorker, where real, live poets read the works of other poets. Live!
Care for a listen? Click here.
It’s a nice thing to have on while cooking dinner, let me tell you. Sort of like having a couple of good friends over to chat about life and beauty and love, while you chop peppers and onions.
The other day Billy Collins was over, and he mentioned something William Matthews said. I was so blown away by it, I backed it up three times so I could hear it again.
Then I wrote it down, because I’m sure Billy was getting tired of repeating it: Continue reading “The Joy of Editing. Wait… What?”
Do you have any poetry suggestions for me?
Reason being, I came across this cool article about fostering your creativity. It included this graphic, based on Ray Bradbury’s diet for feeding his subconscious:
What’s good enough for Ray Bradbury is more than good enough for me, but my bookshelf is suffering a severe famine in the poetry department. (I live in great fear of the bad stuff.)
Who are your favorite poets?
Recently I started a writing course with WordPress, titled Shaping Your Story. Week one was finding your angle. It’s one thing to have a subject for your story, you also need an angle for telling it.
The first workshop included this tip from Amy Tan:
I try to see as much as possible — in microscopic detail. I have an exercise that helps me with this, using old family photographs. I’ll blow an image up as much as I can, and work through it pixel by pixel.
–Amy Tan, from an article in the Atlantic
Inspired, I dug out my box of old photographs and a magnifying lens. Continue reading “Magnify the Past to Find Your Story”
It happens to the best of us — and the worst of us, for that matter. That horrible time when you’re just stymied for an idea … or just a spark of an idea … or just anything at all to write about.
Here’s what I do when it happens. Who knows? Maybe it will work for you too.
- Stare at the screen for an indescribable period of time, focusing on the little blinking icon that indicates where you begin typing, only you’re not typing. You’re not doing anything but staring at the little blinking icon. It’s taunting you, that little blinking icon. It’s laughing at you. You hate that stupid blinking icon.
Continue reading “How to Beat Writer’s Block”