At school I found essays difficult: presentation was my problem. As I wrote I’d make mistakes. I was always writing the wrong word, which meant I would have to cross the wrong word out and write a new one above. My mistakes were so frequent my pages were blizzards of corrections. I would also make blots. Lots of them. That was the problem with writing with a fountain pen as children did in those days. They splattered and spluttered no matter how careful you were.
My messy pages upset me. Why couldn’t I produce page after page of clean, fair copy like the other boys and girls amongst whom I sat in classrooms that smelt of chalk dust and wax floor polish? These paragons seemed to have no difficulty covering page after page with their lovely flowing handwriting, often rendered in turquoise or emerald or other exotic colours and always unblemished by blots and emendations. But I couldn’t. It just wasn’t fair.
(Excerpt from Carlo Gabler’s article in Irish Times)
Article by Kate Colby
Have you ever felt super-motivated to write, learn a new recipe, clean out your closet, etc. at the most inconvenient time, only to completely lose all motivation when you finally have a free moment?
Yeah, me too. So, how do you reclaim that burst of inspiration when you have free time? And better yet, how do you hang onto motivation and avoid losing it altogether?
Well, there’s no magic formula (obviously), but here are a few tricks you can try. (Read more)
Joe: Good afternoon Calliope.
Calliope: Good afternoon Joe. I haven’t heard from you in a while.
Joe: I admit it. I have been very busy with summer socializing and also with my book in progress on violence and peace. It is not an easy book and gets more complicated with the events of each week. News articles and broadcasts seem to emphasize the sensationalism of the events but offer little understanding of why they happen or what to do about them. I wish I had my book ready now, but I am working on patience.
Calliope: I’m glad you are still working on your book. How is it going?
Joe: I must admit I have become easily bogged down. In the past I was able to writ on the computer without my mind wandering to other sites. But not lately.
Calliope: What are you going to do about it?
Joe: I got to thinking about my past books. I recalled my friend Gerry’s comment that my book about my seminary and monastery years, Young Man of the Cloth, was my best book. I got to thinking about why and what was different about that book.
Calliope: What did you discover?
Joe: I thought about it and recalled that this was the only book I wrote entirely in longhand. The rest were all done on the computer. I decided to try writing the next section of my current book longhand. Lo and behold, the writing appeared more coherent and personally expressive than what I had previously written. I decided to continue writing longhand.
Calliope: Quite a discovery! I hope your new approach continues to enhance your writing.
Joe: I think it will but time will tell. Time to get back to work. Talk with you later.
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I have always wanted to write. Words seduce me. Reading tumbles me quickly into worlds I have no balance for. Books became my protection as I grew up as a brown girl in “do or die” Bed Stuy Brooklyn during the 1980s to immigrant Afro-Latino parents from Central America.
Excerpt from Natasha Gordon Chipembere’s article in Essence– read more.
In today’s digital world, it is easy to feel lost and disconnected while trying to navigate through the common stressors that you encounter every day. However, if you’re willing to put aside just 15-20 minutes a day to write about your thoughts and feelings, you will realize how it can be an effective (and cheap) way of tackling your problems and gaining a better insight into your past. Here are the four ways writing in a journal or diary can benefit your emotional well-being in the long run:
(Excerpt from Arunadha Varanasi’s article on The Health Site- read more)
What sensible person has not fantasised about spending three years of her life reading 100 novels? It’s an imagining of almost unbearable beauty, that sinking, waking dream of leaving this world and entering it again and again through other minds, re-emerging at the end of it all as a better person, or at least a person with a broader view of the world.
It’s also a project of almost incomprehensible self-indulgence for anybody with a serious job, to which they are enslaved by that most modern of masters, productivity. Few proper novelists alive today are more serious and more productive than Jane Smiley, who has written nearly 30 books and who won the Pulitzer Prize for her astonishing King Lear-inspired 1991 novel A Thousand Acres, and who has been described variously as “America’s Tolstoy” and as having “started to look like the best living American novelist”.
Escerpt from Greg Bruce’s article in the NZ Herald- read more