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    Bridge Ladies When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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I’d Trade All my Tomorrows for One Single Yesterday

If you’ve been hanging around this blog, you know that I hate to talk process. I don’t want to know if you write in the morning or the evening, If you write by hand or on a Remington. You use a Moleskin? Who cares? I’m like if you’re writing great. Bring me the broom. There is no excuse that interests me and the reason is no one cares if you write. For me, it’s liberating that no one cares. It’s not cruel or unfair. It’s your tightrope, your ledge, it’s your nest of blue thread. Is writing holy? Is coffee? Your computer whirring. I’ve heard so many excuses why people can’t write over the years. They are all boring: illness, weather, family, pets, children, work, lack of privacy, isolation, envy, worry, anxiety, psoriasis. It would be interesting if anyone cared. This is all you need to know: your writing is sacred. It’s your covenant and sacrament. It’s your good name.

What makes you interesting?

14 Responses

  1. Couldn’t agree more. If you can’t write, don’t. End of story.

  2. And yes, words should be treated with respect. To write badly is to disrespect the craft… more than that, it’s an insult to the god of fine words.

  3. What makes me interesting? Judging by the fate of my query letters to literary agents, nothing.

  4. Great question that strikes me as both hilarious and unanswerable.
    ~love the lines of this post, the ledge, the tightrope, the sacred, the sacrament, the covenant and no one cares if you write. That’s all I do need to know. Thank you Betsy

  5. “What makes you interesting?”

    A wide range of experience, and a battery of developed talents, as evinced by the piece on the other side of the link I’m about to drop here, which link links to “The Collier Kids,” the opening section from my mostly unpublished book, “Dolphin Terrace,” and which section was published a few days ago by The Writing Disorder (my thanks to C.E. Lukather, et al.).

    Pay no attention to the man in front of the curtain. http://writingdisorder.com/tetman-callis-fiction-2/

  6. What makes me interesting . . .

    Can you wait while I think of something?

    . . .

  7. People often say my name is interesting. It might be a euphemism for weird…

  8. Nothing much, though I do try to convey what’s interesting about everybody else.

  9. I know what life is all about, and why we are here. But I won’t tell you. Read me and maybe you can discover them yourself.

  10. Dear Betsy, Please gmail or Facebook Me As Regards You As Professional Agent. Thank You, Sean Andrew Heaney 1standrewstx@gmail.com

  11. What makes me interesting? My writing and my free-range thought process

  12. Remember…60 minutes, Steve Harman hurls a dart at a map, goes to the town, randomly flips through the local phone book, and BAM everyone has a story.

    Well, EVERYONE HAS A STORY, everyone is interesting.

    Me? I got a lifetime’s worth. Fed thirty-five years of bylines. How about falling in love with a gay guy in Jo’burg, SA. Sad but predictable ending or twenty years later how about going to work dead-broke, and a year later I’m a millionaire. It’s my personal, It Can Happen to You, flick. Want more? Nah! Okay.

    Big question, can a retired grandmother with a laptop still be interesting? You bet your f-n ass she can be. Find me one and I’ll write about her.

  13. My
    way
    with
    words.

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