Tag: Art

Tasteful Clothing

Beginnings are such fun. Every time I start a new story, I appreciate the open space.  There’s breathing room and all of the doors are open.  I have a general idea of my characters, at least my hero and heroine, but decisions have yet to made.  I love that. After I am finished with a…

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Trousers

I’m in a Paul Newman/Stevie Wonder mood.  Look out. Paul is always on my list of best men.  I do have a list.  Yes, I know Paul is no longer with us, but he is on the island (See Well Dressed).  He’s still very much alive and writing seriously romantic love letters to his wonderful wife, Joanne, until…

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Light Curtains

I don’t review books.  I work at writing them, read tons of them, but except for the occasional comment on GoodReads, I do not review or critique. Book reviewing, being able to encapsulate an experience within a book so that others can understand, is an art form. There is nothing finer than a good book…

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Gown

A moment past her prime, Marthe tilted her chin forward. It was a trick taught by her mother that “elongates the neck and makes your decollate irresistible.”  She hoped it was working because she felt a bit like a fool, or a giraffe, maybe a foolish giraffe. Boning poked at the tender skin under her arms,…

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Petite

  Glitter gets the attention, but for all its flash, it is delicate, vulnerable.  The wind or a breath can easily carry it away. Glue sticks.  It helps the glitter hold on.  Glue can be in glitter’s fairy dust presence, but glue is covered, underneath.  They are a suited pair. I remember being in early grammar school…

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Orange Dress

During a particularly difficult time in my life I bought a print of this painting. The title is Flaming June and about twenty years ago,  I was 23, naive and going through some tough things.  I needed June.  At the time, I didn’t know the painting was famous. Something spoke to me, and even though I…

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Slip

A couple of months ago, Barb, aka Book Club Mom, interviewed me and asked about my experience finding an agent.  At the time of the interview I had not yet looked for an agent.  I have spent the past few weeks in that process and I feel a metaphor coming on. Finding an agent is…

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Black Dress

I have always wanted to play an instrument. Well, let me say that when I go to the symphony, or I see people playing instruments with ease and proficiency, I feel…I feel like I want that in my life.  I want to play the cello, I want to be on stage when the lights dim,…

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Darks

The breeze whispered sheer black across her face. Gathered near the earthen void, someone asked, “What time is it?” It no longer mattered, she thought closing her eyes. The touch, Sunday breakfast, that laugh. Time had shattered into a million never agains. My response to this week’s Yeah Write.Me Gargleblaster. The prompt…Have all your clocks stopped? Exactly…

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