Just for fun: Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently. The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book. Continue reading
In honor of the New Year, I’ve been asked to re-post this blog from 2013. It’s convenient because… Continue reading
Personally, I liked my title better. They also made a few changes to which I prefer the original. The art work doesn’t look like me at all.
And one reader is making comments at the end of the online version that are … well … interesting. When people who follow my blog comment on it, it’s usually friendly, and it feels intimate. When a total stranger is critical in a huge public forum, well, let’s just say I hadn’t anticipated it! Oh, the vicissitudes of fame!
But all that said, I’m still thrilled!
Most writers questions whether their work is any good. If they’re not questioning, it’s probably not very good.
Having blog followers and facebook Likes is one way to feel good. Getting published is another. Getting paid is still another. Today I have all three!
I send my genuine thanks to anyone who has supported my return to writing after many years.
Licking the Spoon is the title of my book in progress about food, sex and relationship. It’s also my metaphor for living life with gusto… Continue reading
For only one more day, I (the little ant head on the left) am featured on the same page as Maya Angelou, John Stewart, Barack Obama and more!
In Part 1 of the above, I continued the story of how I became interested in writing, from innocent rhymes to my mother to racy novellas to winning a high school award. Unfortunately, no one thought to refer me to a college with a decent writing program. I was like the Oliver Twist of writing … Continue reading
My enjoyment of writing began early, as I described in a previous post Pretty Girls, Phallic Symbols, and the Mysterious Human Brain. Starting with childish tributes to my mother’s beauty (almost as soon as I could write), I soon became more sophisticated. By age 11, I was regaling my friends with a novella written in daily installments. As we walked to school, they listened, wide-eyed, to a growing tale of deep mystery. It was set in London, with a lovely young heroine who had recently lost her mother. As she visited the cemetery one foggy, lonely night… Continue reading
My grandmother was typically a pretty poor cook. But then she’d knock out a Thanksgiving feast of such perfection that it might have gotten the European invaders to agree not to rip off the Natives. (No, I mean REALLY agree. And keep it.) WTF??? My mom, on the other hand, was usually a great cook. Not so much in the lean years. Actually I remember a lot of Spam in those years. (No, not the unwanted mail; the mystery meat.) Fried Spam. Baked Spam. Sandwich-Spam. I will never again eat Spam. Continue reading
So far, this blog is chronicling how I came to be interested in the topics of food, sex, love, relationship, health and nature – enough to link them in my book in progress, Licking the Spoon. My first food was breast milk, the best food for an infant, only I don’t remember it. What I do remember was the sexy feeling I got…