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Lady Luck, Missing MuseSeveral years ago I attended a writing conference at Yachats, Oregon. It was a “hands on” experience where the participants did a lot of writing. A columnist for a Portland newspaper held a workshop that fascinated me. I’ve often thought I’d like to write a column; I just hate deadlines. So I’m still trying to figure out why… click here to continue October, 31st, 2004 TransitionsMost of the leaves on the tree outside my window are pink-gold now, clinging to the branches as if refusing to ride with the breeze that seeks to remove them. There are some blank spots on that tree, but the huge cherry in the background appears not to have thinned its magenta leaves at all. October seems to be giving… click here to continue October, 30th, 2004 End of the HarvestAl brought in the last items from our little garden this morning. One cucumber looks like a fig. There are two tiny yellow squash, and more green tomatoes than we need. I promised him fried green tomatoes, so we can use some of them for that. I don’t like fried green tomatoes, but I hate to waste food, and fortunately… click here to continue October, 29th, 2004 FatigueFrom time to time I read the blog of a former writing instructor who describes himself as a retired playwright, who now writes novels, stories, and librettos. He always has at least a half a dozen things going at once. Oh, I forgot to mention, he also teaches at a local university. I usually read his account of his activities… click here to continue October, 28th, 2004 Creative WritingI’ve been taking Creative Writing classes for about fifteen years, first in Vancouver, Washington and now at a Portland Community College class in Tigard, Oregon. Each session of classes consists of a small nucleus of people who have been in previous classes, as well as a few new students. This keeps the mixture more interesting with new stories, new styles… click here to continue October, 27th, 2004 A Mixed Bag DayToday was not a writing day. I spent the morning at a hospital, supporting Al. His mother is still under evaluation, but the plan is to take her home tomorrow. She is looking better than I expected and responded to me when I spoke to her. Her prognosis is guarded, however, and she is ready for whatever happens. October, 26th, 2004 Kinder, Gentler?The window above my computer screen is a kaleidoscope of colors, from russet to the apple green of the inner leaves of the closest tree. I know that, if I close my eyes for a few days, I’ll see only naked branches when I open them again. Then, for the rest of the fall and winter season, my neighbor’s ugly… click here to continue October, 25th, 2004 |