What, or where, influences you? This is yesterday’s post, but we didn’t have internet, so I’ll just have to share Manuscript Monday on a Tuesday. I want to share a couple photos related to the section I’m revising now. It feels like I’ve been on the home stretch of this book forever, but hopefully all … More The Influence of a Vietnamese Temple
The blog name is Traveling Marla right? So I’ll stick to the theme, see, I promised Marla I wouldn’t get her blog closed by picking touchy subjects like public exposure. (I had a great post about public exposure.) Anyhow, I’m gonna tell you about my last trip to Turkey, lovely country. It was a little … More Drinking Like the Trophy Wife of an Oil Tycoon
Deep Thoughts with The Spook Brothers . Lacock is a Funny Word It was a dark and scary night. Actually, it was a dark and scary pint at The George Inn in the scenic and historic village of Lacock. It was home of William Henry Fox Talbot, “inventor and photography pioneer,” whose manor house you … More Lacock is a Funny Word, And My Nova Scotian Vacation
Deep Thoughts with The Spook Brothers Spook the Elder: During a visit to one of my favorite amusement parks, Cimetière du Montparnasse, I was told that it would be “cool” to pose on the parking space of these two meatbags, Sartre and Beauvoir, the former being a French existentialist philosopher and the latter being an … More Always Throw the Rock
1. Brynn Saito made me cry this morning and it really pissed me off. But it got me thinking about all the things that are necessary to survival that we don’t always do, like cry, or eat, or breathe. No I’ve never gone hungry but I’ve woken alone with a ghost in my throat and … More Just Because Air is Free Doesn’t Mean You Breathe (and Other Free Things)
. “Be brave enough to break your own heart.” As my friend and fellow writer, Beth Gilstrap wrote poignantly in her guest post last week, when Cheryl Strayed, at the AWP Writer’s Conference, read aloud a letter to her younger self, we wept. In one moment, Strayed took an auditorium of strangers and bonded us … More Cheryl Strayed’s WILD, signed just for you! Writer Wednesday Signed Book Giveaway
Today I watched the introduction of Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Argentina as the new Pope: Francis I. I’m not Catholic, but I married one. I’m not even religious. But I like goodness and good people. He does appear to be “good people.” He travels Argentina, taking public transportation and working directly with the poor. … More On Poping, Hoping, and Voting for a Nun. Congratulations, Francis the First
Before I dig into these next couple weeks of bringing you giveaways and posts singing the praises of the annual AWP conference, I have to tell you that finding energy and inspiration from the AWP conference of 12,000+ attendees doesn’t come without navigating my way through a lot of chest-puffing, harumphing, and that bottled flatulence … More Bottled Flatulence of Literary Elitism and the Cannibalistic Marla-Cow (Manuscript Monday!)
A friend texted me this morning about the death of a classmate from high school, Philip Pappal. Just last night I was reading posts about plans for our 25th class reunion, and thinking how lucky we’ve been that we haven’t lost more of our class. We lost George while we were still just teenagers, to … More Nobody Understands Death Until Death Arrives
I’m not a member of any religious organization, but I like to torture myself from time to time. No, I’m not talking about the Inquisition or anything fun like that. It’s LENT! It’s a time to prove to myself that I’m not entirely a spoiled-rotten, first-world person, and can actually give up something I indulge … More Giving Up?
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