Every Friday I transfer posts here from the Virtual Pint Archives.
It’s been snowing in Seattle this week. Combined with the December end-of-month slowdown and the financial crisis hunker-down, I feel as though I’m living in a cocoon, a temporary safe place before the new year and the new life.
None of that has anything to do with this week’s pints. Just musing. I hope that all is well with you, wherever you are.
- Pain (March 2004) — One of my stories, “Alien Jane,” is about a woman with congenital insensitivity to pain
- The variety of art (April 2004) — So many ways to get into story, and for it to get into us.
- Riffing (April 2004) — I am She Who Riffs. It’s still my biggest joy, and biggest trap, as a writer.
Enjoy your Friday.
I envy you your ability to riff. When I give people my writing, the usually say something like, “this is fascinating, but you need to expand on it, flesh it out.” Of course, what I’m writing is not exactly fiction, but an autobiography with my twin sister. Her part is long and beautifully evocative. My part is like pulling teeth and beautifully evocative. Like you, I have times when I want to express the most with the least. Any way, thanks for writing about writing.