Shoulders Down, Shoulders Back

Here I am again, late in the evening. And now you’ll have that Paul Simon song stuck in your head, too. I’ve been tense, my shoulders up by my ears. I keep having to tell myself, “shoulders down, shoulders back.” My mom gave me one of those microwaveable heating pads that rest on your neck and shoulders–heavenly. If you don’t have one, you can fill a sock with rice and microwave it.

Maybe you’ll like this post about Russian Formalism and Defamiliarization as much as I did.

“Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war … Art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony.” -Viktor Shklyovsky, “Art as Technique”

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#amstillwriting

#amstillwriting and staying up way too late. This class is stretching me thin (in a good way). I’ll aim to post in this space early tomorrow, to offer something more than these thin, late night thoughts.

Oh, and if you’re looking for some inspiration or just a good listen, check out the latest Liz Gilbert podcast with Martha Beck.

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#amwriting

All you writers on Twitter know this hashtag. I’m keeping it short and sweet tonight because I’m still working out this piece that’s due by midnight. If your pace is fast enough, there’s no room for self-doubt. #amwriting

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I Have Never Been So Attached To My Laptop

I’ve never been so attached to my laptop. It’s a good thing–I think? They’re at the lake, and I’m writing and catching up on class work. It finds its way into every nook and cranny. Tomorrow I hope to find some space, to at least take time for the yoga I keep promising myself.

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The Road to Good Writing

This class is putting me in hyper-drive, in the best possible way. It’s like I’ve found a new gear. Speaking of, I’m someone who always drove a stick-shift, once referred to as a “standard.” Of course, automatic is now the standard. Anyway, I’ve got to get back to writing. As Rebecca Solnit says, “the road to good writing is made out of words.”

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