Quoted in the Grove:
Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
~Hunter S. Thompson
It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.
~Jack Kerouac
To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.
~Allen Ginsberg
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Posted from the Grove:
“You write your first draft with your heart…and you rewrite with your head.”
These are the words spoken by Sean Connery, as a writer, in the movie, “Finding Forrester”. Writers the world over are now gearing up for NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month. This yearly event takes place during the month of November when writers commit to penning 50,000 words. The heady passion to write comes first, but it is the shared commitment of the many thousands of other writers that propels the project. The rewrite comes later.
Watch Mr Connery below for the juice to get you started, then click the second link for instructions.
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NaNoWriMo begins in two weeks, time to start mapping out story plot and characters. Write on!
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Prewritten for Thurs (10/20) @6pm PT/9 ET is: aurora, revenge
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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: indigo, cafe
~Piffin: “Valerie”
Her name was Valerie
At least, I think that was her name
She was a dancer at the strip club
By the Cargo Cafe
Where the indigo neon
Reads “Live Nude Girls”
But her eyes didn’t look alive at all
We shared a cigarette once
Standing sheltered from the wind
Beneath a rusted train trestle
And we talked while it burned
She said she’d learned there was a God
On the Christmas that she prayed
For snow
And it rained all day instead
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~MissMerry: Prewritten by MM
She laughed,
technicolor movie star laugh
flash of indigo eyes
perfect white teeth.
Sitting in a café,
back patio table with an umbrella
a splash of Grey Goose in our coffees,
we talked for hours
things past, present, and future
rolled through the afternoon.
Why did we leave our tiny small town?
Did we leave our souls behind?
Was happiness here
where we thought we should look
or was it back where we started
all along?
Funny, after all these years,
to be close enough to
share our views
yet hide the pain
the disappointments of
the casual life that isn’t at all
what we thought it would be.
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~BarTalk: Alley Cats
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Impromptu: consequence, reminisce
~Piffin: “Shard”
Glass shard
Consequence
Frail memory in my hands
His eyes were deep
As my dreams were deadly
Blue moon that never lands
Glass shard
Eloquence
Soft parchment to a flame
Heart strings
Bruised on midnight loom
Suitcase back home, in shame
Glass shard
Reminisce
Throw light into this dark
His eyes were deep
As my dreams were deadly
Glass shard
Loan me your spark
My dreams were deadly
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~BarTalk: 3/5 + 1 = 2
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