Writing is such an internal process. Why not make those private ruminations public? This is how stories take shape and grow.
- Name: Mary Rosenblum
- Location: Happy Valley, Oregon, United States
I've been supporting myself as a writer for many years and am watching the changes in the publishing world with fascination. For me, sharing the craft, teaching, is as creatively satisfying as the writing process itself.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
On the 'my future is coming to pass now' front, one focus is on using brackish -- part saline -- water for irrigating crops, since farming uses about70 times as much water as household water use. Sigh. For a more comprehensive environmental look at what that means, read Water Rites when it's out.
But clearly, agriculture is going to come under a lot of pressure to cease growing highly 'thirsty' crops in dry parts of the country. Hello Texas and California!
Friday, October 06, 2006
Shine On Harvest Moon
Certainly, the sheep are taking full advantage of the late night floodlight. Not sure I could call it harvest, but when I introduced Bruce, the St. Croix ram into the flock a day or so ago, he has certainly been working toward next year's lamb crop. Poor guy. St. Croix are tall and white -- hair sheep, not woolies -- with a huge white lion's mane and a short, dense coat. He looked at my two big woolly black-faced Suffolk ewes and his puzzlement was clear. What ARE they? They smell like sheep but...
Then he got a sniff of the other end and realized they were coming into heat. Black faces? Wool? Who cares? It's fall.
Sex. The great equalizer of all mere cosmetic appearances...
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Fall light and unpacking
I unpacked all the things I brought from my parents' house today. My father died three years ago and my stepmom is moving into an assisted living place. So I hauled the hand woodworking tools home, the table saw, the many cans of nails, screws, nuts, bolts that this Depression child hoarded. Well, I'm his daughter. I have my own cans of pried out nails, old hinges. Hey, it's how I have managed to raise two kids on what I make as a writer. So I added his hoard to mine. We're set for buiding things for a long time, we are.
I also brought over the hammered brass shields that my grandfather was given by the aboriginal tribes in the Sumatran jungles, the small household god from India, the cow incense burner, also from India, that my grandmother owned. The ancient metal teapot and burner from Sumatra, used by the very old 'straights-born' Chinese to brew small cups of very strong tea.
Some of these are probably valuable antiques. Other things are junk. They are, of course, all fraught with memory.
It's fall. The light is warm inside.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Cool Site Interview
Do check out WOW: Women on Writing, and you can read my interview while it's up. They have a flash fiction contest going on right now, by the way. Cash prizes even!
Check it out!