Gotta post it. Gotta post it. Gotta post it … turns into that same annoying song you hear in your head again and again. It's on the same as a Brittney Spears's song. The bad thing about it playing in your head is that you can't turn it off. Yes, you can. One of the… Continue reading Pace. Set. Go.
Remembering Confidence
I am still here. I am even writing again. You: You mean you stopped? The Craziest Best Professor Ever Creatively, yeah. There was a situation. Something about working extremely hard for an insane professor who said, "You need to forget everything you've ever been told about writing," and a professor who gave straight A education students Cs… Continue reading Remembering Confidence
The One that Keeps Showing Up
Courtesy of http://www.thecommunityarchitect.com/2009/07/29/online-communities-are-key-to-landing-a-decent-job-in-a-down-economy/ Write. Write about … Write about one subject. It seems impossible in a time when everything intermingles. In a class which scares me more than Calculus called literary criticism I've remembered something. Some of the ancient Greek and Roman writers club believed "poets" should focus on one subject. A painting of a… Continue reading The One that Keeps Showing Up
Make This Quick
I will make this quick. I had planned to post during the holidays, but then the holidays were gone and both of my schools started again. At one school, I work as a teacher assistant. In the afternoon, I work as a graduate assistant and then go to classes Monday, Wednesday and Thursday night. Every… Continue reading Make This Quick
Let’s Catch Up: How You’re Doing and How I’m Doing
I found this online and wanted to share it with you. Courtesy of http://collegeessayeditor.com/home/2011/08/10/the-writers-sense-of-humor/ Have you ever been in a situation where your mind goes blank and you forget to use your or you're? It is like the use of their, they're or there. Last week, I was writing a short essay for my English… Continue reading Let’s Catch Up: How You’re Doing and How I’m Doing
Legends of the Edisto: What I Remember
The woods around Mizpah Methodist Church in Bamberg, South Carolina. My father's parents accomplished more than I ever dreamed in a lifetime. People who knew them still talk about their legacies. My oldest cousin posts documents showing my grandfather's many accomplishments as a student and as a chemist. He worked for a company called Sonoco, and… Continue reading Legends of the Edisto: What I Remember
What the Real World Gives Mommy Writers
I remember girls in college bragging about completing their homework, participating in activities, and how they were successful in everything. That was my perception. I could not see inside their lives. Although my time as a creative author is now limited, I know a good writer observes people. You are like an investigator who knows how… Continue reading What the Real World Gives Mommy Writers
Truths about Time
College football is not everything. It is not worth your full attention on Saturday afternoons when your time is a pot of boiling water about to spill. After fifteen years, time shows me I still don't like Emerson and Thoreau. Yet, Mark Twain - for me - still cuts the BS and gets to the story.… Continue reading Truths about Time
PAINTED BLUE: HOW WORKING and STUDENT PARENTS KEEP GOING
I walk into a packed room. My son is at home with his father, grandfather and grandmother. I have accepted a second job as a graduate assistant, and now begin my three year journey in graduate school. Zac Brown: I ride east every other Friday, but if I had it my way The day would not be wasted… Continue reading PAINTED BLUE: HOW WORKING and STUDENT PARENTS KEEP GOING
Legends of the Edisto: How to Say Goodbye … For Now
Courtesy of http://edistofriends.org I stand by the black river. It is the longest black river in the United States. Nothing special about it when you first look. Comparing the river to another is like comparing the Tarboro River to the streams in the mountains of North Carolina. It is murky, slow and ancient. Unless sun… Continue reading Legends of the Edisto: How to Say Goodbye … For Now