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Showing posts with label Russel Mickler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russel Mickler. Show all posts

Sunday, October 6, 2013

PHOTOS, THOUGHTS AND WRITER'S BLOGS

One of the ideas that came up in Mickler's workshop on blogging and self-publishing was that a writer's blog ought to appear about once every other day and ought to include at least one photo to draw the attention of readers. This blog has been silent for several days because I've been too busy writing to have anything of interest to say. Now I've reached a rough patch, a writer's block (?) or something. Perhaps the governmental shutdown has created the block? 

Yesterday, my wife and I did go to a Chris Luna poetry reading at the Lan Su Chinese Gardens in Portland. He was accompanied by Beth Karp on piano. Very fine presentation. Here's a couple of photos from the interior of the Gardens. 

Today, the Humanist's presentation is on whale evolution. It's fascinating to me that whale ancestors left the ocean and, later, returned to it via evolution. Getting ready to go, looking forward to it. Wow!

Friday, March 22, 2013

CHRIS LUNA, COVER TO COVER BOOKS & RUSSELL MICKLER

Have been hard at work rewriting the novel which was my thesis for the Masters Degree in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing at Eastern Washington University. I have a goal of publishing it as an ebook with Amazon. I've got so much to learn about that process, but I was much helped by that inexpensive and informative 9 hour course with Russel Mickler called Blogging and Self-publishing. Rewriting is stimulating and fills in when original creative inspiration is flagging so it's good to have lots of old work lying around. 
MY HERMITAGE

I'm looking forward to the next Ghost Town Poetry reading on the second Thursday in April, organized by Chris Luna at Cover To Cover books. He's a local powerhouse when it comes to generating and publicizing things of value to local poets. My interest in that next opportunity to read generated two new poems. Then I dug up some poetry that I wrote in the late 1980s while I was living like a hermit in a farmhouse outside of Cheney. I think I published one or two poems from that series, but I lost interest in them as being too narrative and not as metaphorical as I had come to think was the best kind of poetry I could produce. In looking them over again, my interest in them was rekindled and I spent all day today, working away at them and dusting them off. I can see a chapbook length production in them. I was genuinely happy working away at them. They inspirited me, and I believe it is one or two of them that I'll read next at Ghost Town Poetry.