Monthly Archives February 2009

Butterfly

“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.” - Gloria Steinem Sock the Second is done. There is no need for re-knitting Sock the First, as the two are similar enough to keep my feet happy and warm. No revisions required. My short story, Butterfly, was another matter. Herewith, revised:     Butterfly by Binnie Brennan   Clifford
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Birdsong, Submissions, and a Sock.

“Get five rejections in a day… Making rejection a goal also takes some of the sting out of it.” - Carolyn Cutler Someone needs to tell the songbirds it’s still winter, but it won’t be me. I’m enjoying their arias too much. They accompanied me on my way to the gym today, pealing and burbling through the crisp, -8 Celcius air. I walked on and off the
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Literary Journals

“Someday I hope to write a book where the royalties will pay for the copies I give away.” - Clarence Darrow Spare a thought for literary journals, and the independent bookstores and magazine shops that carry them. Literary journals are the training ground for serious writers who are trying to establish themselves. Most Canadian writers you’ve ever heard of got their start in literary journals and reviews
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Pencils. No, Willow.

“‘There are certain books that should never be illustrated’ is true in very many senses, and I had felt that The Wind in the Willows was one of these.” - Ernest H. Shepard Well, I doodled. I swept aside the knitting needles, fortified myself with a little Elizabeth Bishop, and stared at the pencils for a while. Then I knit a few rows on The Sock, for I am
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Word Doodles

“Often when I write I am trying to make words do the work of line and colour. I have the painter’s sensitivity to light. Much (and perhaps the best) of my work is verbal painting.” - Elizabeth Brown The late, great John Updike once said he’d write about anything, even the pencils lying on his desk. Makes me think of an artist’s doodling, sketching the world around
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Happy Birthday, EB!

“When I am reading a book, whether wise or silly, it seems to be alive and talking to me.” - Anton Chekhov Follow-up to last week’s library treasures. Rather than burble on about what a great haul it was, I’ll get straight to the point: 1. The Frozen Thames, by Helen Humphreys, is an enchanting collection of forty vignettes, one written for each time the River Thames has frozen since 1142.
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Library Treasures

“All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper – just running down the edges of different countries and continents, ‘looking for something’.” - Elizabeth Bishop Today’s trip to the library turned up three lovely books: 1. The Frozen Thames, by Helen Humphreys: follow-up to three novels of hers* I devoured last month in quick succession. This is a small book, a hardcover chopped in half,
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Yo*

“I never understand anything until I have written about it.” - Horace Walpole The Writer’s Garret is alive with the clackety-clack of knitting needles as I make my way through this lovely hat pattern, a present for a friend who could use a purple hat in February. It’s most unlike me to follow a pattern. This is a radical departure from my last project, for which I had an idea, and, giving
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