Suzanne Woods Fisher, member of Women Writing the West, shares a few thoughts on the release of her new book, Copper Star (see link below). Copper Star is a World War II love story set in 1943, as theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer smuggles a young resistance worker, Louisa, out of Nazi Germany. Louisa waits out the…
A big round of applause to Comedian-Poet Daniel Holland for being my guest blogger while I was settling into my new digs at West End Terrace in the Central West End of St. Louis. I’ll be posting more about that process next week, but this week Riehlife features six members of Women Writing the West….
Nancy Connally, a member of Women Writing the West, gives a few editing tips, including her technique of RECORDING AND LISTENING to help with crafting authentic dialogue and editing. –JGR During many years of editing, I received some fine tips, such as: – Read a document backwards to catch typos and misspellings. – Set a…
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
In the early years of my relationship with Daniel–we were together for nine years–we went up North to a weekend Sufi dance camp, invited by a friend. This is in fact, how we met. We met on Valentine’s Day in 1998 at Sandra Wade’s healing arts studio where Barbara Christwitz led circle dances. Daniel couldn’t…
Should I write a story with big words that pays big money? Or, should I write this story that is worth only five cents but makes sense to me?
When the blister wants to come out, there’s no stopping it. Walk too much–the blister can come out. Use your hands a lot–the blister will come out. “Me, Blister, I will travel.” Sit down a lot and see what happens. The end.
I always lie when I tell snow stories. You say you walked to school as a kid in two feet of snow. I say I walked in three feet of snow. Not only that–it was 20 degrees below zero. There were no bathrooms in sight, a lot of people around. I was pee-shy.
Why do we gripe, comparing shadows? The shadow is past. Why choose to live in a shadow? I want to tan with the richness of sunlight.
If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library? Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words? Fire. Wheel.