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On Experiments, Seinfeld and Literature

Experiments, Seinfeld and Literature are three of my big favourites in life.

Experiments

Ask my mother—even as a young girl I loved to experiment. When my aunt and my mom went dancing, my cousin Mickey and I would take all of my mother’s baking supplies and half of what was in the fridge and play “Just Like Mom.” We did such a great job of cleaning up that she didn’t suspect a thing.

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On Generating Ideas for Writing

If you know me well, you’ve probably guessed that I rarely have trouble generating ideas for writing. I rarely get stuck, and I’ve never had writer’s block, but I do get in a “writing rut” at times. If I’m stuck, I know it’s time to put down the story for a while so my brain can work through the kinks at its own pace.

In this post, I’ve gathered generators of all sorts that I’ve used or plan to use in the future. Why not put them all in one place and share the wealth, right? Too bad the name generator wasn’t around in 1987 when I was planning out the names of the children Patrick Swayze and I would someday have…

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You are a Badass!

Jen Sincero is a Badass Superhero

Do you believe you’re a badass? Well, I do. I believe you are a badass, and I believe I am a badass. Even you, Mom. You are a badass too!

Ever started reading a book and think, “Man, does that ever sound like me!” As you might have guessed, I have found an echo of my voice in the book I am reading, and it’s cracking me up. Jen Sincero is using words I’m pretty sure I made up, and I’m finishing her sentences in my mind before I read them. I’m sure if Jen Sincero and I met, we’d be besties. She’s that awesome.

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Perspective and The Gift of Teeth

or Seeing the Unseeable

A week ago, I received a gift of teeth–and the gift of perspective. For the first time in my life,  I was able to see a part of myself I understood so little about.

My mother always insisted I had a big mouth. In fact, more than once she has noted I am lucky to have a big mouth and small teeth. I guess that’s my mother’s perspective on me and my mouth. (Maybe she was trying to say I talk a lot–but, as I’ve mentioned before, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.)

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My audience

Audience: Who Are You Writing For?

Good question—who is out there in my audience? Until last year I thought I was writing for myself. My writing teacher rolled her eyes (at least that’s what I imagine she did. She was on the other side of the screen, so I’ll never know). She said, “A writer does not write for oneself unless she is writing in her journal. Who do you want reading your stories?”

“I was stumped.  “I sort of want everyone to read my work, don’t I?”

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Books! Writing Tools

Write About What You Know—and What You Don’t Know

If I can give you advice on anything, I’d have to say write about what you know—and what you don’t know. It took me over forty years to realize that most people don’t analyze things as much as I do.

In April, a friend told me I was making him crazy with all of my questions. He paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “But you’re a writer. That’s what you do.” Another friend commented on how I’ve got every detail of our conversations memorized, and another on how I tend to beat a dead horse until I understand why it’s dead. I didn’t like the analogy, but I got the point.

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“Busy” in the Life of a Creative Person

I am a creative type. Anyone who knows me understands it’s an understatement when I say, “I’ve been pretty busy.”

The details of a typical day in “The Life of Rachel” can be rather dizzying. I blame my mother.

To me, being productive from morning until I drop my weary head upon my pillow seems normal. But I hear this’s not what normal is supposed to look like—go figure.

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The Art of Letting Go

“Oh grow up!” my mother used to say. And so I did–but I did it my way. I never was very good at following the rules. (The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.) Neither are my babies…damn apples!

I wonder if she ever wishes she could take those words back? I know I often wish I could.Or that I could better learn the art of letting go.

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