Saturday, October 15, 2011

writing group

Being a member of a new writing group. tTrying fiction. Some of the people have never written before. I must be kind. My own pieces need work. I must be fierce.

I love it when people say they're going to do a little writing after they retire. You just don't do writing. You must live writing. Do a little writing about what? If your life's been such a drag that you have to stop living to start writing

Fiction should be easy for all of us once we get rolling. All life's a fiction.

But do I care about it? Not for pride's sake but for everyone else's. It's always been this way. It's time to let 'er fly and see what sticks. It's time now.

I call my post wise crow because the crow is my totemic bird. I can watch a crow fly and hear in his wings' beating the answers my heart is seeking. What is better than a crow winging home, tired, but steady against a fall twilight.

Black and white. A crow in the snow. Theere can't be gray in a writer's life. I'll leave you to figure out why.

My badge of brotherhood - feather messages bound to beaver-gnawed wood.

Longer this time. Now longer and longer until sense and heart and soul are linked.



Is there another side? I want to get there to see myself from another angle.

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