But what you have is lovely, so hurry up. Tomorrow? Forever? How can that be? Are we done with WR424? My final submission is close to 10,000 words. Guess I'll just turn it in that way. This is county fair weekend, my life is hectic-er. I'll post a story next week, promise. You're out of school, jump, I'll read.
You guys just gave me an idea. What if we solicited for submissions of, say, 1500 words or less all centered on the wedding ring. We could cull out the best and compile them into one book, aptly titled Ring Stories. It would be like The Red Shoe Diaries. Little vignettes, big stories. This could earn us both editing and publishing--and if we post our own stories--author creds.
I just took my final final. My that sounds so final. I will probably go for an MFA in 2012. Now I am heading up to Portland to see my boyfriend and to accompany him to Anderson Island for the annual Anderson Island Olympics/Graduation party. It should be a hoot. My sons and their wives and dogs are going to come and they will meet Ransom for the first time. I had him buy a canister of helium, figuring that would break the ice. I really like the idea of the ring anthology. Lets do it.
So, here's a prompt for that 3rd cup of coffee. I was reading the posts here and trolling Bb before I kiss it goodbye for a blessed days of bliss. The thought of ringing Barbara up for a chat crossed my mind. It has been awhile. A long while. The following thought came to mind:
"Writers don't give good phone."
That just blew my mind. I thought, what a great prompt. How many times have you poured your heart on in an email or (gasp) on paper yet, call that same person and you are at a loss for anything beyond banal?
Phone doesn’t have eyebrows or crinkly crows feet or body language. Phone doesn’t have delete and cut and paste. I have phone friends, but I wish I didn’t. I wish they’d email me more than Obama jokes so we could talk. So I could say with my fingers how much they mean to me without sounding sappy or maudlin or menopausal. I don’t do letters. My envelopes are full of flower seeds or strands of hair from first haircuts, or last. I can’t find a pen and letters in pencil are so gauche. I can’t find a stamp. I buy them, but they are too much like Sponge Bob stickers and end up on notebook papers filled with the alphabet in cursive, and pencil, but not gauche. Phone interrupts my privacy, my crankiness, my iTunes, my books. But drunk calling? that’s ok, for all of the reasons sober calling is not.
I was thinking again and not talking. I am fluid in my brain and relaxed in my fingers but the connection doesn't involve my mouth. Once it did. Once my mouth was their equal. Leslie and I and later, me and Jackie the June could verbally put time in its place and did every time we had a beer and a J and an hour. But I gradually ran out of funny friends and sighted prospects and interesting hangers on, and I used my mouth less and less. Long distance palling around with Lyn DePagter, my true blue pal: less and less through the 30 years of my marriage. Then something happened to me and I stopped talking for four years because there was no arguing with this thing. If the phone was telepathic I would feel differently about it but as it stands, it is a connection that conveys broken thoughts, respoken. It is important like bad news. Fucking hate the phone. Right now, mine is DOA in my handbag after a four day camping weekend. Spent it with my new love and my boys and his kids and everybody's babies and dogs. The whole thing was a hit. That is all the news I need just now so maybe I'll wait and charge up my phone tomorrow. Maybe I won't.
Hey, I have never hosted a blog group before (Gee Whiz)and it occurred to me that maybe I should open post areas for you for your own stories and whatever so I did.
Why are peeps still posting to Bb? Class is done. Hell, in Susan's case, school is done. No one gave me feedback on my story. That left me sad. Now I'm going to have to drink.
I keep thinking we will be cut off BB and that is why no feedback there. I left feedback here, under Belen, and after I write my damn compelling modified gene essay, that is due "last" Sunday, I will put your two stories together and leave you more feedback because you deserve it, but not on BB because who will read it anyway but me and Susan because we are the only ones who can't give it up, and you, I guess, because you were there too?
Susan post your ring story here so we can talk about it.
ReplyDeletePlease.
ReplyDeleteI haven't written it yet, Tomorrow is my last day of School. You post!
ReplyDeleteBut what you have is lovely, so hurry up.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow? Forever? How can that be? Are we done with WR424? My final submission is close to 10,000 words. Guess I'll just turn it in that way. This is county fair weekend, my life is hectic-er. I'll post a story next week, promise.
You're out of school, jump, I'll read.
The ring in the field is Belen's story. MY ring story is I never had one. We could all write our ring stories, we all have one.
ReplyDeleteYikes, too painful...but maybe. Would be good stories, yes?
ReplyDeleteYou guys just gave me an idea. What if we solicited for submissions of, say, 1500 words or less all centered on the wedding ring. We could cull out the best and compile them into one book, aptly titled Ring Stories. It would be like The Red Shoe Diaries. Little vignettes, big stories. This could earn us both editing and publishing--and if we post our own stories--author creds.
ReplyDeleteAw...this thing is all jacked up...
ReplyDeleteOh. Well that's better.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the end of your schooling, Susan. Have you already graduating or is that looming on the hill?
I just took my final final. My that sounds so final. I will probably go for an MFA in 2012. Now I am heading up to Portland to see my boyfriend and to accompany him to Anderson Island for the annual Anderson Island Olympics/Graduation party. It should be a hoot. My sons and their wives and dogs are going to come and they will meet Ransom for the first time. I had him buy a canister of helium, figuring that would break the ice. I really like the idea of the ring anthology. Lets do it.
ReplyDeleteArff helium! You know that is an endangered element right? Just call me buzz kill.
ReplyDeleteRings is good.
So rings it is. This should be fun.
ReplyDeleteSo, here's a prompt for that 3rd cup of coffee. I was reading the posts here and trolling Bb before I kiss it goodbye for a blessed days of bliss. The thought of ringing Barbara up for a chat crossed my mind. It has been awhile. A long while. The following thought came to mind:
ReplyDelete"Writers don't give good phone."
That just blew my mind. I thought, what a great prompt. How many times have you poured your heart on in an email or (gasp) on paper yet, call that same person and you are at a loss for anything beyond banal?
500 words or less. Ready. Set. Go!
Phone doesn’t have eyebrows or crinkly crows feet or body language. Phone doesn’t have delete and cut and paste. I have phone friends, but I wish I didn’t. I wish they’d email me more than Obama jokes so we could talk. So I could say with my fingers how much they mean to me without sounding sappy or maudlin or menopausal. I don’t do letters. My envelopes are full of flower seeds or strands of hair from first haircuts, or last. I can’t find a pen and letters in pencil are so gauche. I can’t find a stamp. I buy them, but they are too much like Sponge Bob stickers and end up on notebook papers filled with the alphabet in cursive, and pencil, but not gauche. Phone interrupts my privacy, my crankiness, my iTunes, my books. But drunk calling? that’s ok, for all of the reasons sober calling is not.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking again and not talking. I am fluid in my brain and relaxed in my fingers but the connection doesn't involve my mouth. Once it did. Once my mouth was their equal. Leslie and I and later, me and Jackie the June could verbally put time in its place and did every time we had a beer and a J and an hour. But I gradually ran out of funny friends and sighted prospects and interesting hangers on, and I used my mouth less and less. Long distance palling around with Lyn DePagter, my true blue pal: less and less through the 30 years of my marriage. Then something happened to me and I stopped talking for four years because there was no arguing with this thing. If the phone was telepathic I would feel differently about it but as it stands, it is a connection that conveys broken thoughts, respoken. It is important like bad news. Fucking hate the phone. Right now, mine is DOA in my handbag after a four day camping weekend. Spent it with my new love and my boys and his kids and everybody's babies and dogs. The whole thing was a hit. That is all the news I need just now so maybe I'll wait and charge up my phone tomorrow. Maybe I won't.
ReplyDeleteHey, I have never hosted a blog group before (Gee Whiz)and it occurred to me that maybe I should open post areas for you for your own stories and whatever so I did.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering about how to do that so I posted mine in the wrong stinkin spot. Sorry Susan I will delete.
ReplyDeleteSusan, you didn't put your email address on your revision. Will you go back into Blackboard and do that? I have some spam I want to share with you.
ReplyDeleteOkay lady I did it.
ReplyDeleteWhy are peeps still posting to Bb? Class is done. Hell, in Susan's case, school is done. No one gave me feedback on my story. That left me sad. Now I'm going to have to drink.
ReplyDeleteNo, drink for happy. Drink for sad makes vomit.
ReplyDeleteI keep thinking we will be cut off BB and that is why no feedback there. I left feedback here, under Belen, and after I write my damn compelling modified gene essay, that is due "last" Sunday, I will put your two stories together and leave you more feedback because you deserve it, but not on BB because who will read it anyway but me and Susan because we are the only ones who can't give it up, and you, I guess, because you were there too?
I have a ring story. Anyone else?
ReplyDeleteBarb, I opened a place for Ring Stories.
ReplyDelete