Category Archives: Writing

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NaNoWriMo

Posted on October 4, 2011 by literarylee

I’m going to write a novel.  I promise not to say: “What a novel idea.” A few days ago, friends told me about an organization that sponsors National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo for short.  I suggest you browse their website … Continue reading →

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First Day of Autumn: Another Full Journal in the Compost

Posted on September 21, 2011 by literarylee

Like a colorful, drying leaf that’s served its great purpose, absorbing sunlight and creating nourishing energy, that now falls gently down to earth, so I shelve another journal fully absorbed with my musings, blatherings, rough drafts, ideas; a smattering collection of words, some dumb, some brilliant, … Continue reading →

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Tweets

Posted on September 16, 2011 by literarylee

Are you reading all my tweeting? Keep an eye on: The Life Literary on Twitter. You can read the two most recent tweets at the top of the right-hand column on this blog’s homepage. (More about Twitter as a part … Continue reading →

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First Ink (Pen redux)

Posted on July 9, 2011 by literarylee

I drew my mightier-than-the-sword pen and spilled ink on the virgin page.  I came, I saw, I wrote.  This page, nay, this journal is mine! A humorous event:   I asked my wife, who was running an errand yesterday near the … Continue reading →

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The Joy of Pen (or The Sensual Pen)*

Posted on July 7, 2011 by literarylee

(Some thoughts on the occasion of retiring a full journal and starting a new one) My pen’s heft comforts me.  Its smooth sleekness sends shivers of delight up and down my spine.  I caress it gently, lovingly, enjoying the feel … Continue reading →

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Dangling My Feet in the River on a Breezy Late Spring Day

Posted on June 16, 2011 by literarylee

For most of my life I had no idea I was an artist.  I’ve loved words since I was young, but I certainly hadn’t seen them as a medium for my own artistic expression.  Similarly, for most of my life I thought … Continue reading →

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Texting on the Bus with Mr. Toad

Posted on June 4, 2011 by literarylee

I looked across the four busy lanes of the street in front of our house to see my bus apparently pulling away.  I could have seen it as a precursor of the ride I was about to take.  I dashed … Continue reading →

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The “Not Idle At All” Word Play

Posted on May 21, 2011 by literarylee

I like spreading verbiage like icing a cake, thick, creamy, and luscious.  If I can write words that sound sweet together or that create an effect or that make a rhyme or pun or joke, I’ll try it.  The title … Continue reading →

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Not Idle At All

Posted on May 20, 2011 by literarylee

All these years I thought my mind wandered a lot, idle thoughts knocking around in my noggin like careening, caroming pinballs.  I had always thought it was a negative thing, as if I had some problem focusing on thoughts that really … Continue reading →

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First Entry in a New Journal

Posted on May 12, 2011 by literarylee

When you set out to write something profound, sometimes trite is all that flows from the pen.  Inscribaphobia: The fear of writing something in a guestbook, wedding log, gift card, or brand-new journal because you are worried it will sound … Continue reading →

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