It’s Our Blogaversary! Again!

That being said, here’s our very first post.   4/20/2010

Today we’re starting our blog. For years we’ve sipped great coffee, nibbled tasty treats, talked through the life dramas, and read our writing to each other. Frequently we’ve had a silent partner in all this: Ted Kooser, Jane Yolen, Lary Bloom, Art Plotnik, Anne Lamott. We’ve read their books about writing and let their wise words inspire us. This blog is going to be another silent partner we think, but right now getting going with it is a bit like trying to get clear, cool water from the faucet. We need to run the water for a while to swish out whatever’s been lodging along the old pipes. Sometimes those pipes clank and the water sputters. Sometimes we curse and talk about whether or not the plumbing’s ever going to be right. And then it happens. Luscious, clean, boy-is-this-well-good-or-what water. That’s the way it will be with our fussing with a writing blog. Just keep the tap on we’ve decided. It’ll come.

And come it has.

 

Words We Women Write was born out of, well, unbridled curiosity and wonder.

 

The adventure of uncertainty lured us in. (That, and there was nowhere else we needed to be.)

 

Now, eight years later, we’ve birthed two more ~ amen-astonishing.

Click here to read Patty’s middle-grade novel blog, Isabel the Storyteller.

Click here to read Toni’s poetry blog, mental crumbs ~ in love with carbs and poetry.

 

We still fuss with the plumbing.

 

Apple geniuses help us tinker, WordPress Happiness Engineers make the irreversible reversible.

 

And Readers, you are why we’re still having a good time, all the time.

Thanks for coming. 

 

 

Patty and Toni  4/28/18
…and yes, there is always cake

 

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: PEDESTRIAN

Scholars date the word ‘pedestrian‘ to the early 18th century, its origin from the French pédestre or Latin pedester (going on foot). But it was also used to mean ‘written in prose’.

The 2017 Nobel Prize for Literature was awarded a few days ago.  You might remember last year’s winner, singer-songwriter Bob Dylan.  A controversial pick, his quirky long-delayed response annoyed academy members.  (It was rumored that he used SparkNotes to write his lecture. Really?)

 

Every year I hope the academy chooses perennial contender Haruki Murakami.  (Alas, this year, one of Murakami’s favorite writers, Kazuo Ishiguro, took home the prize.)  Murakami was born in the same month and year as I was but that’s where the similarities end, even though he thinks of himself as an ordinary guy.

 I see myself as a kind of ordinary guy. I don’t think of myself as an artist, mostly. I guess I’m just engineering something. I like to write. I like to choose the right word, I like to write the right sentence. It’s just like gardening or something. You put the seed into the soil at the right time, in the right place.

 

His prose is intricately fashioned, whether fiction, non-fiction, or a personal essay.   What I Talk About When I Talk About Running is a collection of gems.  It’s by turns memoir and diary, a laceratingly beautiful (and educational) narrative. Murakami writes the stories we all need to get through life, confront the past, understand the present, and move on to the future.

 

Unresolved mysteries, tales-within-tales, maybe-dreams, everyday worlds, and supernatural realms ~ in Murakami’s hands, his stories fascinate and confound.  An accomplished writer and translator, he knows how to tell a tale circuitously.  He is the kind of professor I yearned for in college, learned and challenging in equal measure.

Haruki Murakami poses questions and tenders ideas you will think about, and then think again. Exactly what Alfred Nobel had in mind.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive.  And you may not even be sure, whether the storm is really over.  But one thing is certain.  When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.  That’s what this storm is all about.”

Stresa, Italy

Toni 10/8/17

 

Everyday Inspiration, Day Four*: A Story in a Single Image

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I keep the woods in view,
brown leaves on early winter trees;
a rabbit crouches under the pine,
the sky mottles.

I sort the hawks into categories:
Cooper’s, red-tailed, sparrow and sharp-shinned.
Geese call, woodpeckers jeer.
Cold lean birds light out from birches.

I get the moon up, turn the stars on, keep it all going right.

Toni 1/8/17

*Finding Everyday Inspiration is a twenty-day challenge that warms up your writing muscles and helps you to find inspiration in the places closest to you — but where you might not think to look.