Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Tag: Writing
Editing
When I was a much younger writer, I hated editing my work. From the age of five onwards to about sixteen I didn’t even see the need for it, so unrefined was my artistic eye, and even when shown the utility of it as… Continue Reading “Editing”
Validating identity is motivation enough.
I had forgotten the nitpickiness of writing and how much I enjoy turning phrases over and over until they flow just right. With the blog, it’s all just and whatever I want to say – a minor edit before publishing – but little finessing… Continue Reading “Validating identity is motivation enough.”
Breaking blocks.
In case you’ve been wondering about the clumsiness of the language here lately, I should confess that I’ve been suffering a bad case of writer’s block in the last two or three weeks. Lots of ideas, topics, floating thoughts – but when I try… Continue Reading “Breaking blocks.”
Selected readings from the summer.
Last night I got a full night’s sleep for the first time in about two weeks – between Brian’s illness and mine there has been much tossing and turning between us – so much so that the last three nights I have said *Enough!*… Continue Reading “Selected readings from the summer.”
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