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writerly Wednesday, fog

Before I get to the exercise, read this post by Neil Gaiman. He couldn't be more right.*

Anyhoo -- the exercise.

This is a classic and one of my favorites: write directions to your house, starting from wherever you'd like to start from. 

Sounds simple, yes - but there is great potential here.


* Also, I am so very jealous that he can go away and write for a week or two. Right now, I'm working on a full-length fiction thing (just to see if I can do it) and would give a not insignificant amount of money to get away from my life** and just write.

** (and I really love my life, it's just that I'd like to fall into what I'm working on but can't quite do so because I'm always aware of the time and where the kids are and where they need to be and the papers that need grading and the cats and the laundry....)


What if you pretended you were Jane Austen? She had to write in little bits of time. Probably you still need maid service and a chef. Sigh. Why haven't the scientists perfected those robots?

Perhaps that is why the Pulitzers are dominated by men...

I think it has a great deal to do with it. Also, note how many women who have won it (or like awards) don't have children.

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