My Week In Words
On Sunday I did something I swore I would not do, I bought a NOOK. I didn’t buy the cheapest version either; I got the most expensive model, THE COLOR NOOK! The smell and feel of a book in my hands was something I thought I would miss. Instead I love the feel of the NOOK. I don’t have to struggle to keep the page open and be all annoyed because I lost my place. I don’t have to smell the musty smell or the cigarette from the last patron. It's beautiful, my NOOK. I can still borrow from the Public Library for two weeks at a time. I feel a little like a mistress in an affair, leaving her old love behind.
On Monday I realized I misplaced an educational handout on Constipation that I had written for work. Constipation is a very common problem for woman on anti nausea and pain medication or because of their disease. It was sooooo boring to write and it will be twice as boring to redo. Shit, no pun intended.
On Tuesday I finally published my Blog, “What About Love?” both in Annelyze and in my Times Union Blog spot. I spent way too much time on it and it was a frustrating piece to write. I just couldn’t find my words, but by late Monday it was done and I sent it out early Tuesday morning. It wasn’t the best thing I’d ever written, but I liked it. I’ve been plagued with feeling that I’m only as good as my last piece and it has blocked the natural flow of my words. By Tuesday afternoon it was already replaced by an author I share the TU Blog space with. It took days to research and write my Blog and it was replaced six hours later by a piece that looked like it took ten minutes to write. ERGH! But yesterday it was replaced by another Blogger who maybe spent five minutes on hers. While it’s frustrating to share the Albany space, I’m still happy to be writing for a bigger audience and I’m enjoying the experience.
Yesterday I received notice that a piece I wrote “Hope is the Only Word That Matters” (see essay from last spring) will finally be published in Coping Magazine in the March/April or May/June edition. It had been edited, but it was still mine. Coping Magazine is a national publication serving people with cancer. It is distributed to Oncology offices throughout the country. I’ve known for a while, but it doesn’t feel real yet. Faxing back the contract helped.
And today, I took a crazy, giant leap into ….. I’m not sure. I signed up for a Master Writing Class called “Writing What You Know” taught by Marion Roach Smith. She discusses her class in her book, Writing What You Know: Realia. I had heard about her from a colleague who serves on The Colonie Town Library board. Lisa was very impressed and brought in her book. I was engrossed and before I knew it I had signed up for her eight week class on Wednesday nights this spring. I’m excited and nervous, but I’m hoping it will be learning, growing and fun experience for me. Crazy, but crazy good, I hope.
“Write the piece and then let’s see what we have. Worrying what someone will say makes about as much sense as shopping now for what you’ll wear on Oprah.” Marion Roach Smith
On Monday I realized I misplaced an educational handout on Constipation that I had written for work. Constipation is a very common problem for woman on anti nausea and pain medication or because of their disease. It was sooooo boring to write and it will be twice as boring to redo. Shit, no pun intended.
On Tuesday I finally published my Blog, “What About Love?” both in Annelyze and in my Times Union Blog spot. I spent way too much time on it and it was a frustrating piece to write. I just couldn’t find my words, but by late Monday it was done and I sent it out early Tuesday morning. It wasn’t the best thing I’d ever written, but I liked it. I’ve been plagued with feeling that I’m only as good as my last piece and it has blocked the natural flow of my words. By Tuesday afternoon it was already replaced by an author I share the TU Blog space with. It took days to research and write my Blog and it was replaced six hours later by a piece that looked like it took ten minutes to write. ERGH! But yesterday it was replaced by another Blogger who maybe spent five minutes on hers. While it’s frustrating to share the Albany space, I’m still happy to be writing for a bigger audience and I’m enjoying the experience.
Yesterday I received notice that a piece I wrote “Hope is the Only Word That Matters” (see essay from last spring) will finally be published in Coping Magazine in the March/April or May/June edition. It had been edited, but it was still mine. Coping Magazine is a national publication serving people with cancer. It is distributed to Oncology offices throughout the country. I’ve known for a while, but it doesn’t feel real yet. Faxing back the contract helped.
And today, I took a crazy, giant leap into ….. I’m not sure. I signed up for a Master Writing Class called “Writing What You Know” taught by Marion Roach Smith. She discusses her class in her book, Writing What You Know: Realia. I had heard about her from a colleague who serves on The Colonie Town Library board. Lisa was very impressed and brought in her book. I was engrossed and before I knew it I had signed up for her eight week class on Wednesday nights this spring. I’m excited and nervous, but I’m hoping it will be learning, growing and fun experience for me. Crazy, but crazy good, I hope.
“Write the piece and then let’s see what we have. Worrying what someone will say makes about as much sense as shopping now for what you’ll wear on Oprah.” Marion Roach Smith
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