May 10, 2013
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You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand.

Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean.

This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.

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Anne Lamott - author of Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life,  Grace (Eventually), Plan B, Traveling Mercies, and Operating Instructions, as well as seven novels, including Rosie and Crooked Little Heart.

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May 8, 2013
"So what? All writers are lunatics!"

Cornelia Funke

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April 29, 2013
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself."

— Albert Camus

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January 20, 2013
writing
Lynn Sanguedolce
http://lynnrenee.com/workszoom/589585

writing

Lynn Sanguedolce

http://lynnrenee.com/workszoom/589585

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September 25, 2012
Sheldon Allan “Shel” Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 8/9, 1999),was an American poet, singer-songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children’s books. He styled himself as “Uncle Shelby” in his children’s books. Translated into more than 30 languages, his books have sold over 20 million copies.

If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, A wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, A magic bean buyer…
Cpme on in…

Sheldon Allan “Shel” Silverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 8/9, 1999),was an American poet, singer-songwriter, musician, composer, cartoonist, screenwriter and author of children’s books. He styled himself as “Uncle Shelby” in his children’s books. Translated into more than 30 languages, his books have sold over 20 million copies.

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er,
A magic bean buyer…

Cpme on in…

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June 24, 2012
Summer stuff. 
Tom Wolfe and Kurt Vonnegut guarding lives.

Summer stuff.

Tom Wolfe and Kurt Vonnegut guarding lives.

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June 8, 2012
Marcel Proust playing air guitar on a tennis racket circa 1892

Marcel Proust playing air guitar on a tennis racket circa 1892

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May 1, 2012
"Every writer I know has trouble writing."

Joseph Heller

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March 1, 2012
"Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher."

— Flannery O’Connor

February 3, 2012
Paul Auster

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It’s the birthday of Paul Auster, born in Newark, New Jersey (1947).

He is the author of The New York Trilogy (1985-86), a set of idiosyncratic detective stories that deal with questions of identity and existential thought. His memoir is The Invention of Solitude(1982). He has several bestselling books including Travels in the Scriptorium, The Brooklyn Follies, and Oracle Night.

I Thought My Father Was God, the NPR National Story Project anthology, which he edited, was also a national bestseller. His work has been translated into thirty languages.

He lives in Brooklyn, New York

“Becoming a writer is not a ‘career decision’ like becoming a doctor or a policeman. You don’t choose it so much as get chosen, and once you accept the fact that you’re not fit for anything else, you have to be prepared to walk a long, hard road for the rest of your days.”

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January 22, 2012
Today’s Birthday Party

Blowing out candles at the table today are Sir Francis Bacon (1561) and Lord Byron (1788).

Bacon was a philosopher, a statesman, an essayist, and a champion of modern science. Queen Elizabeth named him Lord Chancellor but he was convicted of accepting bribes in 1621, and banned from political office for the rest of his life.

He spent much of his intellectual life challenging Aristotle’s view that knowledge should begin with universal truths. He said, “If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.” In Novum Organum (1620), Bacon wrote that scholars should build their knowledge of the world from specific, observable details. His theory is now known as the scientific method, and is the basis of all experimental science

British Romantic poet Lord Byron was born George Gordon in London and was an impulsive, compulsive, and given to excesses with lovers of both sexes. He had an incestuous relationship with his half sister, Augusta, and may have been the father of one of her children. He was sexy, charismatic, witty, athletic, and bipolar.

I like the description by one of his lovers, Lady Caroline Lamb, who said he was “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”

He left England to live abroad, and never returned.

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes

As he lay dying,  he requested that his body be left undisturbed. Sadly, his wishes were disregarded; doctors cut him open almost upon his last breath, removing parts of his skull and organs for souvenirs. His remains were denied burial in Westminster Abbey for reasons of “questionable morality.” He was buried at the church of St. Mary Magdalene in Nottinghamshire.

http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org

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January 3, 2012
Happy birthday Mr. Tolkien! I am sure hobbits throughout Middle Earth are having cake and ale.

“In a hole in  the ground lived a hobbit.”

Happy birthday Mr. Tolkien! I am sure hobbits throughout Middle Earth are having cake and ale.

“In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit.”

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January 2, 2012
"Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers."

— Isaac Asimov  (whose birthday is today) He wrote or edited more than 500 books, many of them works of popular science, and he was one of the major science fiction authors of the 20th century.

January 1, 2012
That Crazy Cliff

It’s the birthday of J. D. (Jerome David) Salinger, born in New York City (1919). He published his first story, “The Young Folks,” in 1940, in a literary magazine called Story. It was all the encouragement he needed to keep writing. After a series of rejections, his stories were accepted by magazines like Saturday Evening Post and Esquire. He wrote one called “Slight Rebellion Off Madison,” and The New Yorker accepted it, but after the attack on Pearl Harbor in December, the magazine decided Salinger’s story was too light-hearted for a readership stunned by war. Salinger was drafted, and took part in the invasion of Normandy, the Battle of the Bulge, and the liberation of Dachau, but the war was hard on him and he ended up in a military hospital in 1945, suffering from shell shock.

When he returned to the United States in 1946, The New Yorker finally published “Slight Rebellion Off Madison,” and Salinger incorporated some of the story’s elements — including the alienated teenage protagonist, Holden Caulfield — into his first and only novel. The Catcher in the Rye (1951). The New Yorker rejected everything he sent them from 1944 to 1946, including 15 poems, but they were so impressed with his short story “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” (1948) that they drew up a contract giving them the right of first refusal to all of his stories from then on. “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” was the first of several stories featuring the Glass family.

The Catcher in the Rye was an instant success: within two months of publication, it was reprinted eight times. But it also quickly became notorious; parents objected to the casual mentions of prostitutes and Caulfield’s proclivity for swearing. It’s the second-most taught book in American high schools, but it’s also the most censored book in the country. All the publicity and controversy drove Salinger further and further from the public eye, and he moved from New York to Cornish, New Hampshire in 1953. Though he continued to write for his own pleasure — and told a neighbor he had 15 completed novels in his house — he published his last story in The New Yorker in 1965.

The Catcher in the Rye opens:
“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”

(Source: writersalmanac.publicradio.org)

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September 25, 2011

It’s the birthday of William Faulkner, born William Cuthbert Falkner in New Albany, Mississippi (1897). Faulkner was named for his great-grandfather, a Civil War colonel who’d been killed in a duel, but the family name he inherited was indeed Falkner, spelled with no “u.” He permanently adopted the additional vowel when applying for the Canadian Royal Air Force, believing it made his name look British.

He said, in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech:

“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s duty is to write about these things. … The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

He also said: “It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books; I wish I had had enough sense to see ahead thirty years ago and, like some of the Elizabethans, not signed them. It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books, and he died.”

The epitaph on his grave doesn’t mention his books. It reads simply, “Belove’d/ Go With God.”

(Source: writersalmanac.publicradio.org)

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