"(Writing is) like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." E.L. Doctorow
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I'm not the person who usually wins - but I did today, thanks to the Reading Life blog book giveaway. I'll have the pleasure of reading The Watery Part of the World by Greensboro's own Michael Parker this summer, thanks to Pam Kelley.
Thanks for stopping by! I'm new to blogging, so I guess my tip is the Nike slogan, "Just Do It!" When you have those fleeting thoughts about something you're reading, get it down and post it.
I had the pleasure of being selected to participate in a blog hop called My Next Big Thing . I was tagged by Nancy Hinchcliff, writer, editor, educator, musician, and innkeeper from Louisville, Ky. I was asked to respond to the following ten questions concerning my most recent project. 1. What is the working title of your book or project? Backwater 2. Where did the idea come from for the book or project? There never seems to be just one idea, but two or three or four that come together, becoming more than the sum of the parts. I had made notes toward a novel several years ago, when I found my high school yearbook in the course of packing for a move. Among the comments and mottos written by friends was an inscription from the “popular girl,” to the effect that she hoped we could put all that behind us and be friends. I could not remember that small spat, but the minor mystery haunted me. I also read several comments referring to my “adventures at Pine...
Women writers, and all who write about the working class and farmers and miners of Appalachia, lost a sterling voice over the weekend. Irene McKinney, former poet laureate of the state, teacher, editor, and light in the darkness, died February 4 , on her family farm. She was only a few weeks shy of her 73 rd birthday. The daughter of a schoolteacher, she grew up in Belington, WV, and returned to those acres after a life that took her first to West Virginia Wesleyan College, just down the road, then West Virginia University, and finally the University of Utah. She traveled widely beyond those academic settings, but her heart was always home. “I’m a hillbilly, a woman, and a poet,” she once said, “and I understood early on that nobody was going to listen to anything I had to say anyway, so I might as well just say what I want to.” But people listened. She gathered up honors from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Bread Loaf Writers Conference, the MacDowell Colony, the...
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