‘DOING?’

It might have been a very young Ruby who used to say: “Doing?” as in “What are you doing?”

Knitting, reading, and revising and submitting two stories and four poems. And working on the novel. You remember that? The book? I meant to take a break from the novel, slow down, get some rest, but it’s almost as hard to stop as it was to get moving so fast last month!

You might just be able to make out the numeral 18 on this sign. These signs are meant to aid rescue workers offshore in locating people in trouble, but they are out of luck with this marker. Even here on the coast, people think their trashy writing is clever. It’s boring. Seattle is considering making graffiti a felony because of the cost of repairing the tags. The spiky and bubble-letter nonsense reminds me of what classmates doodled when I was in Second Grade. I found it stupid even then. People who tag raw wood, stone, tile, and brick are abominable. They should suffer guilt and shunning, imo.
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THE BOOK: stirred words

When I was teaching high school English, I kept a Bible and the Qur’an on my shelves. I had the American stories collected by Erdoes and Ortiz. (Most of my books were free to borrow and generally came back, but that book and the side-by-side original Spanish and English translations of Chilean poet Pablo Neruda had to be replaced again and again.) I had many novels, books of poetry, collections of short stories, literary journals, nonfiction, science fiction, fantasy, realism, traditional and modern stories. I urged my students to be respectful of what is called “myth” because that word has become pejorative. Myths are most often the sacred stories of other cultures. Have respect.

On the way home from a walk.

My own book is not a myth, not sacred, magical, nonfiction, poetry, or even published. But it is done.

Yes, there will be further drafts, editing, revision, new words, passages cut, rewritten, moved. I may have crossed a line with Nadya’s or Amani’s story. Just for the next hours, let me say it is done. Just for today.

And if you or someone you know might be willing to help me make the story better, please let me know. [See below.]

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AWP & writing and courage

A review of my writing and plans for April. No kidding.

“Vogue Philippines released its April issue on Friday and its newest cover model is an 106-year-old indigenous Kalinga woman, Apo Whang-Od, also known as Maria Oggay.” It would have been more impressive (on the part of Vogue) if this had been the cover of the US edition.

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GOOD NEWS

Our granddaughter had her second heart surgery this morning. It went well. Minimally invasive and she may go home this afternoon. Incredible.

This photo shows a trapezoid, but is in a rectangular frame I already had, photographed at an angle to avoid most of the glare on the glass. The crying bird appliqué is by a friend who is living in exile and missing her home, but still making art. I’d lost track of Marina for a few weeks after she left Etsy, and then I discovered her posting on Behance and was able to get in contact and send her a card with a pieced leaf. She sent me a card in return that included this incredible hand-stitched linen piece. The crocheted cotton gloves on each side were my grandmother’s. Ladies used to wear gloves in public places. I am old enough to remember my mother putting on a hat and gloves to go shopping downtown.

There’s more goodness…

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The STORY

My story was already live on Metaphorosis before 6am when I first checked just a moment ago—both the text and the podcast. ALL THE DAUGHTERS SING. [updated link to start of story… hopefully. A response on the Metaphorosis website or here is much appreciated. Bloggers may click “like” at the end of the story text. Anyone may add a comment.]