Robin Hawke

Thinking of NaNoWriMo
October 31, 2011, 3:21 PM
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All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

—George Orwell

Evaluate Motives: NaNo is a jumpstart, the end draft a beginning place.

Goal for NaNo: Write clear glass prose.

Prep for NaNo: Gesso!

(I think I’m crazy, but I’m going to start a painting. I know I’ll need to incubate–if I paint, maybe stuff will move around in my head enough so that I can write another thousand words.)


October 31, 2011, 1:28 PM
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They went to the Halloween party dressed as accident victims. Gobs of red shoe polish looked like blood against the white bandages that entombed them. Best Costume winners, they hated their garb, unable to drink or speak to friends.

October 30, 2011, 2:57 PM
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The pattern pieces came from an old shirt, a flowered dress, a nightgown. They were stitched together by hand so the seams puckered. Tracy, her daughter, didn’t notice the love as she tripped on the pattern.

October 29, 2011, 5:58 PM
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I look like a piece of ginger: stubs and stumps. The hole where my mouth used to be is stuffed with tubes.

Doctors prod me, amazed I remain alive. I object the only way left me: I grant mystical experiences should their flesh touch mine; in return, I gobble intellect, although I leave my nurses alone. Fellow scientists dismiss the transcendent epiphanies, label their colleagues quacks. They come to my bedside; I swipe their brains clean too. A line of pilgrims forms in the hallway. All Souls’ Day approaches—the day the visits end.

Come all, soothe my naked brow.

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October 29, 2011, 2:35 PM
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Listen. I woke up this morning and I couldn’t hear the coffee maker. Or anything else.

October 28, 2011, 3:16 PM
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Steve was the bold one; he hid an old stick of dynamite near the entrance to our clubhouse, our secret Keep Out Or Else. Later, I knew right where to hide the diamonds. Knew it like I knew the dusty path from Steve’s house to mine.

There’s a checkmark on my file, one that says I’ve paid twenty years to society. I wait, patient, drive home a year later. Jex Blake Road is gone—replaced with miles of  suburban cul-de-sacs and empty look-alike homes. And, they destroyed the abandoned mine—made it a lake. Hope Steve leveled someone.

Flash Friday

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October 28, 2011, 1:20 PM
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Patricia placed a personal that asked, Which would you choose, an Eames or a Thonet?—expecting no response from the ignorant. The Eames, those would get one date, maybe two. She waited for Mr. Thonet.