Posts by Tess


How does research play into your writing process?

I feel really attracted to research as a foundation for the creative process, especially writing. I loved this article by Heather O'Neill on the compulsive way she reads books, justified by her need to research every detail of the world she is writing about. For me I feel compelled to go to the place that I write about. To see what that place feels like, smells like and sounds like.

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When I was a little girl I lived with my father who was an illiterate janitor in Montreal. I would wake up in the morning and kill cockroaches with the soles of
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when is the best time to write?

Shuffle theme of the week: Dreams Piggy-backing of off Emme’s post I wanted to share an article I read a while ago that her post made me think of. It is all about what is the best time to write. It takes interviews from many many interviews with famous authors about what time they write. It seems from this that morning is the best time to write. There are many different reasons that this could be the case, but I think part of it is that you are just coming out of the creativity of dreaming! A couple of quotes from the article:

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Many writers anecdotally report they write best first thing early in the morning, apparently even if they are not morning people. Do they, and why?
How do you think about taboo in your writing?

This week’s theme got me thinking about how people approach writing about taboo subjects. I’m curious how you all have thought about this in your own writing? Are there certain topics that you never touch? Are there some that you find important to lean into?

Shuffle theme of the week: Embark Leonard Cohen, The Stranger Song:

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers Who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind You find he did not leave you very much not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card That is so high and wild He'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

And then leaning on your window sill He'll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet An old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger

But now another stranger seems To want you to ignore his dreams As though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before His golden arm dispatching cards But now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter

Ah you hate to see another tired man Lay down his hand Like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep You notice there's a highway That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder. You tell him to come in sit down But something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger

Well, I've been waiting, I was sure We'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this Or any other matter When he talks like this You don't know what he's after

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform For the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

These things take too much time, but it’s always exciting to see them happen!

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Yes, after three centuries of Broets (I'm not sorry) hogging the big chair, Oxford University—arguably the world's most venerable institution of higher

This is so exciting!

A member of the Muscogee Creek Nation, the 68-year-old poet and musician says she bears "the honor on behalf of the people and my ancestors" and aims to serve as an "ambassador" of the art form.
First macrame wall hanging

It’s done! Each thread is about four and a half feet long, so it covers a good part of the wall. I wanted to make my first one large just to see what that feels like. Next I think I’m going to experiment with some smaller ones ☺

This article has some interesting thoughts on writing and taboo. One point she makes that I think is important that there are many kinds of taboos including universal vs cultural taboos.

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Taboo: noun (plural taboos) * a social or religious custom prohibiting or forbidding discussion of a particular practice or forbidding ...