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I'd Rather be Writing



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Fri Sep 23, 2005 1:51 am
Melodie says...



Anyone read this?
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Sun Sep 25, 2005 9:12 pm
amoerizzle says...



:shock:
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Mon Sep 26, 2005 1:29 am
Sam says...



Who's it by and what's it about? :P

Sounds cool (from the title), but I've never heard of it.
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Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:30 pm
Tríona says...



:-s Is this a BOOK or what? Or is it one of those mindless doodles? ( Please elaborate - I'm a bit slow!)
Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them.
Still they are carolled and said -
On wings they are carried-
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried.

Robert Louis Stevenson
  





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Tue Sep 27, 2005 4:20 pm
Melodie says...



Sorry I posted this kind of in a hurry. It is a book and it's by Marcia Golub. It's about getting past all the mindless housework and junk that has to be done and just finding time to write. It has great advice as well as a lot of exercises to work off of.
My step grandmother bought it for me for Christmas a couple of years ago and I look to it often for help and advice. Just wondered if anyone else had read it.
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Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:50 pm
Nox says...



I'll look it up.
In all the time we have
There is never enough time
To show what is in our heart.
  








The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance.
— Richard Price