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Stephanie from Creature Bug kindly tagged me with the ROAR! For Powerful Words Award/meme. I am supposed to share three writing tips.

I will try. I don’t know if I have anything to add to the bazillion words already written about writing. It is known I don’t like to blog about blogging and I find it weird to write about writing.

Here are my writing tips:

1. Take risks. “But I’m not a poet! But I’m not a fiction writer!” You protest too much. Don’t be scared of failure. Your guts won’t be hated because your poem is iffy. You do other cool things.

2. Break the rules. The word on a page (or screen) is paint on a canvas. Sometimes your lady has three eyes and a nose on her knee. Ask Picasso. Sentence fragments.

3. Got writer’s block? So damn what. Go do something else for awhile. Then, when you get embroidery block, or the baking blahs, or any other form of burnout, writing will be there. I’m not a one-trick pony and neither are you.

Thanks, Stephanie. Not surprisingly, most of the people I’d tag for this meme have already been tagged. Whilst researching what ROAR! actually means, I found this colorful graphic which I am legally entitled to use as a recipient:

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January 21st, 2008 | Category: Life | 9 comments

Reunion

Several months ago, I wrote about the letter I sent to my childhood pen pal in Ireland. Her name is Colleen. I addressed the envelope strictly from memory and wished it Godspeed.

Read about it here. (I didn’t send my blog post letter, in case there is confusion)

When I nervously wrote the more formal letter of inquiry, I included my email address. It was a definate leap of faith to send a letter across the ocean to an address culled from my increasingly fuzzy brain. I had all sorts of irrational worries regarding this letter. I just wanted Colleen to be healthy and happy, even if I never heard from her again.

About a month after sending the letter, I got an email from Colleen. The letter found her, forwarded by her mother who still lives in the same home. I consider it a small miracle.

We’ve become re-acquainted through emails. I recently received a Christmas card from Colleen, her husband, and her beautiful little son. She included a few photos. There she was, with the vibrant smile I always remembered, looking healthy and happy.

I am so glad I flung my worries to the side for a few minutes that day at the post office.

January 18th, 2008 | Category: Life | 14 comments

See, I told you I don’t write every day.

But you already knew that.

January 17th, 2008 | Category: sidenotes | 3 comments
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