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More light, longer days, cool mornings. Summer is a great time to begin a writing project. Which of these will you begin?
No clue what to write your Valentine this year? Take hint from some of the most romantic words of all time.
Love much. Earth has enough bitter in it. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. -Leo Tolstoy
If you only have one smile in you, give it the people you love. -Maya Angelou
Even when love isn't enough...somehow it is. -Stephen King
Rhythm and tonality are a part of the creative process whether you are writing music, poetry or prose. Listen in on the creator of the biggest music track of 2017!
Thanks to a generous grant from James S. Rockefeller Jr. & Marilyn Moss Rockefeller to build The Writers Harbor at Maine Media there will be even more writing workshops offered in 2018. Full tuition scholarships are available: https://www.mainemedia.edu/workshops/scholarships/writing/
Throw your dream into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, or a new country. Anais Nin
When you wake up you gotta show the love in your heart. Carol King.
It’s the start of a New Year. We need to be awake to all the world has to offer us as artists. The Anais Nin quote came to me as I tilled the field of New Year’s Resolutions. The Carole King line floated across the TV screen. I learn once again that each moment offers a fruit ripe for the picking.
One of King’s backup musicians, Danny "Kootch" Kortchmar – acoustic guitar, conga, electric guitar, vocals reminds us that we are here “to serve the song.” Writers have to serve the story. Hence those long hours over a paragraph. What does this piece want to say? And, as one of the musicians says, “We are here to get people to feel.” How do we best do that, we ask, as we agonize over the appropriate word for the blue of our protagonist’s eyes. Are they azure, beryl, or blue-gray. Blue-green or cerulean, cobalt, or indigo?
As the year turns, I bow in the direction of my spiritual antecedents. I recite Mary Oliver and W.S. Merwin and the Pslams to ground myself in the world that surrounds me. I love this moment in Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese:
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
By our words, we help ourselves and our readers to find our place in the family of things.