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When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.” Author Unknown Yesterday I handed in the final draft of my senior study; it consisted of a poetry manuscript, a personal essay, and a critical context paper. Continue reading Try it one more time
I started early… : Poetry Everywhere : Video : The Poetry Foundation
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. Helen Hunt Jackson Continue reading Writing with Passion
Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir I’m sure it is hotter in other parts of Continue reading Sit in my bones
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“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where Continue reading July-the potato salad gets iffy
“A rich leaven of so-called useless information may create the very ferment that triggers a creative breakthrough.” Erwin Di Cyan Ph.D. Creativity:Road to Self-Discovery Yea for me! I just handed in my poetry manuscript and my final paper yesterday…now I’m Continue reading Another Trip to Ireland Soon!
“I read somewhere that is was a good idea to write a thousand words a day. Virginia Woolf said it, and Kay Boyle…A thousand words a day. Another way to think of that is four pages. Four pages a day.” Continue reading A Thousand Words A Day
“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” Pablo Neruda It has been raining here the Continue reading Place in Poetry