tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39979371080313026732024-03-05T08:45:38.154-08:00West Coast WritersWriting, authors, interviews, writing tips, and writing prompts from the West Coast of the USA.Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.comBlogger311125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-42170061179404357912017-11-28T15:31:00.000-08:002017-11-28T15:31:22.983-08:00<h2>
Interview with Author Gayle Greene on <i>Missing Persons</i></h2>
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Gayle Greene has just released a new book, a memoir called <i>Missing Persons </i>that delves into her
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LH: Gayle, you wrote extensively about feminism in
literature and then turned to works that were less critical, more creative in
the nonfiction realm. As you know,
my favorite was your book about Dr. Alice Hamilton and her crusade to save
babies from damage from in utero x-rays.
Now, you’ve written a memoir, a new genre within nonfiction, in many
ways a more painful and challenging endeavor. Can you tell my blog readers what caused you to turn in this
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GG: What catapulted me into writing this book was my
mother’s death, and her sister’s, six weeks before, an aunt who’d been a second
mother to me. Only after
their deaths did I feel the full force of what it means to be the sole survivor
of a family, having never made a family of my own. These losses forced other losses to surface, long repressed,
the suicide of my younger brother, the death of my father, losses I’d rushed
through in a state of denial and distraction. Only after my family was gone did I get it: this is what family is about, and
faith, and other stuff I’d given no thought to; I was left with none of the consolations people usually turn
to at a time like this. Yet I had to find some way of commemorating these lives, these
deaths, of letting go and moving on, in the absence of beliefs that might guide
me through this process. As
the professional identity on which I’d based my selfhood began to feel brittle
and trivial, I was catapulted into questions of who am I, what have I done with
my life? Classic identity crisis
stuff, at age 54 —how’d I get so old, and know so little? </div>
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LH: Was your early life centered around your mother? Were you quite close to her?</div>
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GG: I was blindsided, utterly bereaved. It’s not that I’d centered on my mother
and aunt; actually, I was one of
those kids who couldn’t wait to get away from home. I bolted out when I was
barely 17; like many of my
generation of women, I was determined <i>not</i>
to be my mother; I put a
continent between us. But in the
course of time, I’d found a way back, and my mother and I became like… well,
like mother and daughter. In
ways much deeper than I’d realized, I’d counted on her and my aunt; the men left—my brother committed
suicide, my father’s women got younger and younger –but the women stayed,
bedrock, always there. These two
extraordinary women had made me feel like the center of the universe. A bit late in the day to be
jolted out of that illusion— but hey, who ever said that growing up is a
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LH: Breaking illusions and facing hard truths can be
terribly painful. Do you feel that
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GG: It wasn’t a matter of gathering the courage—it was that
I could not stop myself writing it.
Face it, even the best of friends gets tired of hearing you go on and
on, their eyes glaze—I mean, everyone loses a mother, right? So I began to write, and it sort
of poured out; at first it was
writing for my sake, therapeutic, but then I found myself shaping it into
memoir. Writing became a way of
grieving, keeping my aunt and mother with me awhile longer while I said a long
goodbye. Writing was also a way of
discovering what was left. These
words of Wordsworth haunted me as I write: <i>we will grieve not,
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So the book looks backward to the past, as I try to undo the
cathected knot between my mother and me, and forward, as I search for what
remains, piecing together from the shards and remnants of our lives a story
that can sustain me. Because
that’s a big thing that goes missing when you go through major loss: you lose the story of your life. You need a new story.</div>
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LH: A lot of
your readers will be people of an age where they are facing issues that
resonate with yours, trying to cope with the loss of a parent or other close
person in some way that leaves space for continued living with insight and
enjoyment. What will <i>Missing Persons</i> offer to such readers?</div>
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GG: <i>Missing Persons</i>
tells a story so familiar, so like what so many people go through that I think
many readers will find themselves in this book: the sudden health emergencies, the flailing about in search
of help, dealing with medications that make things worse, with doctors who are
clueless about death, with a health care “system” so tangled in red tape that
it would be comic if it weren’t a nightmare; the inexorable slide to the end. Then, figuring out a way to mourn that’s not scripted by
belief systems of the past, groping my way toward practices that make emotional
sense, patching together ways of grieving and letting go. Figuring out what to do with the ashes,
how to make a memorial, what
to do with the <i>things</i>—so many
things! My mother’s house is
loaded to the rafters, there are things <i>on</i>
the rafters, too: as each
family member died, their things landed here. And what to do with the photos, decades of achingly
beautiful photos of a family gone missing, a California gone missing.</div>
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And I discover, to my surprise, that going through these
tasks is strangely healing. Even
what had seemed the most onerous, clearing out the house, having a garage sale,
turns out to be a step in the letting go;
sorting out the things becomes a way of sorting myself out. And the memorials I thought I was
making for my mother and aunt, turn out to help me, too, in odd and surprising
ways. </div>
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LH: I’ve sensed
in talking with agents and publishers that their ideal memoir today is full of
trauma and disaster for the author, a tragic childhood or coming of age that
left permanent scars. Did your
memoir offer these aspects?</div>
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GG: This is not a sensationalist story. I was never a gang member or raped by
an uncle or anything like that.
There was drama in our family, but it was a closer-to-home kind of
drama, suicide, depression, adultery, the kinds of skeletons lots of families
have rattling around in closets.
Nor is this a story about a woman who takes off for foreign countries to
find a guru or a new man; the one
I had turned out to be just fine.
In fact I found that the supports that had sustained me in the past
sustained me now; they were right there under my nose, though I
hadn’t appreciated. Friendships,
which I began to take less for granted. My work, which I looked at anew; I’d been a professor so long that
it had become second nature; only
now did I register what a rare and special privilege it is to be a
teacher. I turned to
reading, which I always turn to in times of trouble, and it delivered,
too. I read every grief memoir I
could find, and then I found myself writing one. <i>Gratitude</i> is
the word I’m looking for.
Seeing my life anew.</div>
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GG: Here are some things I learned: don’t rush away from loss, as I did
from my brother’s and father’s deaths.
Sit with it, get quiet, feel what you’re feeling, make a space to mourn,
take time for grieving, if you can.
Join a support group. Talk
it out. Write it out. Grief, the self-help books tell
you, is not a neat, linear process;
it is messy, takes its own time;
it will not be rushed.
Reach inside yourself, find out what’s there, see what’s in your life to
love. My dreams started
tossing up amazing things. I began
to have such vivid dreams about my family that that they felt like
visitations. All of this is
in the book; but I tried to <i>show</i>
these processes working their way through, not just describe them. I wrote the kind of book I’d been
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I don’t mean to sound all Mary Poppins. The losses were horrific, not to be
talked away. The dead don’t
return, no matter how we long for them, dream about them, write about
them; the losses are
absolute. But we can, even those
of us who have no gods, find ways of keeping what we cherish about them, making
them part of ourselves, and in that sense, keep them with us. This, too, I write about in the book.</div>
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special about your book? Why
weren’t the others what you’d “been looking for?”</div>
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GG: Most of the grief memoirs I read focused on death and
ended with death, which was
kind of a bummer. But mine <i>begins</i> with the deaths, and asks, what
now? It’s said that the loss of a
parent is a rite of passage—but passage to <i>where</i>? and <i>how</i>?
especially in the absence of the consolations people turn to at a time like
this, family and faith. I never
found a book that addressed the issues I was struggling with. Mid-life loss of a parent has a
special poignancy: mortality
is closer. Mine is a story
of a career woman, unmarried, without
family, who came to feel the cost of her decisions, yet also to realize that
teaching as long as I had, I had lots of “kids,” and I was better at this than
I’d have been at children. And my
mother. I read every memoir
I could find about mothers; I
found weak mothers, wretched mothers, manipulative mothers, strong mothers, heroic mothers, but I never
found my mother. I think all
mothers in the world are simpler than mine. A lot of this writing is trying to get her in focus; I’m not sure I ever did— it’s a
work in progress, our relationship.
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And the setting,
Silicon Valley, I never saw written about this way. These days, all you hear is
hype: the largest generator of
wealth in the history of the planet, the high-tech center of the world; if the
valley were a nation it would be up there among the world’s dozen richest. Now it seems every place wants to be
Silicon Valley. Well, careful what
you wish for.</div>
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LH: You grew up in Silicon Valley when it was still Santa
Clara Valley, no computers, no high powered money corporations and venture
capitalists, few buildings and cars.
What do you recall about it in the early days?</div>
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GG: It was a place so
paradisiacal that it was called the “Valley of Heart’s Delight”; people came from miles around to marvel
at its beauty in the spring.
First came the almonds, all in white, then the peaches, pears, cherries,
apricots, decked out in gossamer petals of the palest pink. Last came the plums, their blooms a
deep, rosy pink, their scent so strong it came in through closed windows. I grew up in the years the
vast orchards were being dug up and paved over for tract housing, strip malls,
freeways; the sound of bulldozers,
backhoes, the sickening thunk of trunk and branches as they hit the ground, the
ratatatat of hammers as the housing developments sprang up and spread like
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Our house had an orchard in back and an orchard at the end
of the block, which I’d walk through on my way to school. The ranch style house my father bought
us when my parents split up in 1953 cost $14,000—that’s $124,000 in today’s
dollars. You’d need three or four
million to buy that house today— I kid you not. Back then, the neighbors were just folks, not zillionaires,
a furniture salesman, a car salesman, a pharmacist. Los Altos was not the high-end boutique community that
it is now, but a sleepy semi-suburban, semi-rural town. This was my world when I was a kid, a
world I roamed freely by foot and bike, this and the little downtown a mile to
the north, that had Clint’s Ice Cream Parlor, Al’s Barber Shop, a mom and pop
hardware store, and Mac’s Tea Room, the bar where my friends’ mothers hung out.</div>
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LH: Wonderful
memory details, it really shows me how much was lost when California gained its
famous Silicon Valley. What
do you see there today?</div>
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GG: There’s so much money in this valley now, computers, electronics,
microelectronics, semiconductors, telecommunications, video games, the
internet, biotech, Venture Capitalists so rapacious as to be termed Vulture
Capitalists. But there is
also a gap between rich and poor wider than anywhere in the country, and
traffic gridlock so colossal it gets reported in the <i>New York Times</i>. And
there are 23 Superfund sites.
You don’t have to grow up in Silicon Valley to have lived through this
kind of ruination of a landscape.
The song that haunts me as I’m packing up my mother’s house and saying
goodbye to the valley— <i>they paved
paradise and put up a parking lot</i>— turns out not to have been written about
California, as I’d assumed, but Hawaii.
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it came almost too fast. Can you
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GG: The pouring-out-of-the story way of writing has its
disadvantages. I had a glut of
material to work with. But how do
you decide, when you’re writing about your life—which is intensely interesting
and meaningful to you—what parts might have meaning for anyone else? I spent a lot of time teasing out the
story from all that material and shaping it, structuring it, so it could be
grasped by readers, a lot of time figuring out what parts might have meaning
for others. I figured the subject,
losing a mother, wasn’t about to go out of style, so I took what time I
needed. Memoir has a
bad name in some circles, and I see why—there are a lot of bad memoirs. Celebrities seem to think a memoir has
no more craft than a blog or a journal, and even the best of writers throw
their memoirs together without the care they’d take with their novels. But there is a difference between an
artful memoir and a thrown-together memoir. There are not many memoirs I’d put in a college
syllabus, that are complex, layered, nuanced interesting enough to spend a literature
class’ time on. I’ve read dozens
of memoirs, looking for books I can teach, and keep coming back to the same half dozen or so, classics like <i>This Boy’s Life, Fierce Attachments. </i> </div>
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GG: I hope
they will read it; it’s available widely in bookstores and online.</div>
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Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-85336563662853509212017-10-16T02:26:00.002-07:002017-10-16T02:26:49.717-07:00<h2>
CHOICES FOR US, CHOICES FOR THOSE WE WRITE ABOUT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Choice is an attractive concept. Do you choose coffee or expresso? Do you prefer neutral or primary colors? Do you read or go for a walk when you aren't busy. The idea of free will is that you may choose for yourself what to do. Nadia Boulanger, who came and conducted the Goucher Glee Club in singing Faure's Requiem when I was in college, once said, "The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, and passion." She impressed us mightily on her visit to the US, and her mini-lectures made me fall in love with words and see humans as namers of the universe. But I chose to rehearse long hours instead of working on experiments for my biology senior thesis. That choose had consequences. I still love choral music. My thesis was okay, not spectacular. I have retired from being a biology professor and now I'm a creative writer.</div>
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One aspect of choice that fascinates me is choice when that is the only liberty one has. This quotation from Vic Vujcic expresses that idea well. "Often people ask me how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I choose gratitude." I resonate to that response because I use a wheelchair a lot these days and can choose to be angry and downhearted about it or grateful I"m alive and can write and even go on hikes or outings using my scooter. I first noticed this kind of choice when I read a biography of Anwar Sadat many years ago. Imprisoned for political agitation in Egypt, he chose to feel at liberty to think and plan for his country once he could get free rather than feeling sorry for himself. Later, reading Nelson Mandela's biography, I found the same concept. <br />
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In writing, one's biographical subject or fictional character has to make choices. The kind of interior monologs and actions towards others your subject chooses can reveal his or her character as few other actions can. Showing us the inner conflict and decision to choose positive thoughts can make your writing memorable. <br />
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Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-45977038493865903202017-10-16T02:18:00.002-07:002017-10-16T02:18:49.158-07:00<h2>
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I have written a lot over the years on NATURE's blog on Women in Science about major scientific awards and the very few women typically selected for them. And in Breaking Through the Spiral Ceiling and other places, I've written about one possible advantage women might have as scientists: they may select high risk-high reward projects that men have rejected. </div>
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This week, National Institutes of Health (NIH) announced twelve people received Pioneer Awards, intended to recognize people who take on risky projects that pay off big. Eleven were men, one was a women, She was Kay The of MIT, whose work clarified the role of neuron plasticity in the amygdala in learning. The men awarded included Feng Zhang, one of the scientists who has developed the ways to use CRISPR-Cas9 in editing of genes in human cells. </div>
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The list implies I must have been wrong about women's attraction to risk with big rewards if the recipients were fairly selected. In the previous three years, four, three, and five women were selected, so perhaps this was just an unlucky year for women's grants with high risk. But somewhere along the line, as described in a semi-anonymous web posting, the process went from nomination to application. I would argue that women find it a lot easier to gracefully agree to be recognized for risky but rewarding research than to put themselves forward has having done such research. The imposter syndrome is well documented for women scientists, suggesting that women don't feel sure they've succeeded because of their own skills and intelligence, but feel it's been accidental and they might be found out as an imposter who really doesn't deserve her recognition. </div>
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I recall not being willing to apply to Rockefeller Institute (now University) for graduate school because what they required was an essay basically extolling yourself and your scientific potential. Not that I lacked confidence back then. I seemed very confident but underneath, I cringed at the thought I might over-represent my own scientific acumen. Somehow that never bothered some good friends (male) who applied there and were accepted. </div>
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Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-67597269523314635912017-10-02T19:48:00.001-07:002017-10-02T19:48:11.294-07:00<h2>
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I've been watching a TV program called Global Spirit. Jean Shinoda Bowen was a guest there recently, We are at a crossroads and must choose to pursue wisdom or catastrophe. So many kinds of catastrophe could await us. I'm reminded of a Native American concept of evil, in which today's world was started without evil but humans sent back to the previous world, asking their messenger to bring "the way to make money." That proved to be evil or imbalance or spiritual deficiency. When people follow that way, they are not on the path of beauty, they lose the ability to empathize with their relatives and others. </div>
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What is wisdom? Is it the property of gurus or priests or others who spend their entire lives on issues of soul? I think not. I notice that from Athena to Sophia, wisdom is often seen as a woman. Is it motherly insight that breaks through to real understanding and close relationship to others? Maybe. It's a mystery, as is the soul itself. But nourishment is definitely a function of mothers, and true wisdom is thought to satisfy better than any money-based rewards. </div>
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Rational thought, what we seem to glorify in schools, probably has little to do with wisdom. As a writer, and I think as any creative artist, thinking isn't enough. Immersion in the stream of deep feeling has to undergird art or it lacks the ability to connect to others. Wisdom, not reason, leads us to the best human state possible it seems. <br />
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Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-6294653011986795442017-09-16T00:44:00.001-07:002017-09-16T00:44:12.095-07:00Pandas and Curiosity about Women<h2>
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Hilary Clinton's new book, <i>What Happened,</i> includes many insights into her campaign for president and its results. Tucked into it, you'll also find information about what she was asked most frequently when on the political trail: what she had for breakfast, what she likes to read when relaxing, how she feels about Bill Clinton, what color and styles she likes and why. <br />
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Clinton said she had once worried about this trend, but she had discussed it with others and finally concluded that the way people watch pandas is similar. Pandas are exotic and rare but they don't do much, yet people spend hours watching them at zoos and in the wild. Somehow, despite their repetitive and somewhat boring doings, people expect that they may do anything, and they try to be there to see it. She thinks now that the personal inquisition she gets is similar. Women running for president are rara avis beings, and people want to watch to see if they'll do something surprising and different.<br />
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Difference is interesting. As writers we know that and use it in our writing. There is a lot of emphasis in writing books on conflict as the basis of story. I like the somewhat newer idea that a story needs conflict but it relies on building or breaking down relationships for the emotional power of the story. The panda effect is an attempt at connection. I did wonder why women but not men are asked these questions, but the focus on the unusual, with an anticipation of a coming surprise, makes a lot of sense to me.<br />
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cheers,<br />
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Recently I've been very interested in sea creatures. Not necessarily sea anemones like the one pictured here, but octopus. I've read haphazardly around the topic of octopus intelligence and perception, and my favorite at present is Soul of an Octopus. The ingenuity and the moods of several individuals of this species surprised me a great deal. Some are kindly and others aloof, some are Houdinis and can ooze their entire bodies through tiny cracks to escape aquaria. The color changes they undergo can be similar to facial expressions. In some cases, a red octopus is interested only in sex. </div>
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One of my favorite spots to go in the LA area is the bay behind Newport Beach. There's a paved road along the bay but it's one way and slow speed for cars and mostly for bikes and runners. The tides affect what kinds of birds you can see there, but usually there are snowy egrets like this one, with golden feet. They often hang out along the edge of the water, shuffling their feet to stir up small invertebrates to eat. A snowy egret being still is an unusual sight. This one was crossing the road at a time of low traffic. My husband Mike and I discovered that across the road was a small trail through the rushes and tall grasses that from time to time shows glimpses of an egret rookery back in the hidden area. It's fun to go in there with a spotting scope and see how the young egrets are doing.<br />
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Great egrets are a lot bigger and very stately compared to snowy egrets. They stand and wait for a small fish or large invertebrate or frog to pass in the shallow water, then spear it up with their beaks in a flashing strike. That behavior is much like the Great Blue Herons from Newport Back Bay. They stand, often near but not too near other GBHs, and wait for a meal to swim past, then strike. Both the Great egrets and the GBHs can swallow whole fish of an amazingly large size considering the size of their tiny elongated necks. The necks bulge as the food travels down them. Often the birds seem to be shaking their heads and necks or swallowing convulsively to get the too-large food down. <br />
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Here are phcots of a lone great egret and a group of great blue herons at Newport. Watching these birds changes my sense of time. They never seem to be stressed, and after I watch them for a hour or two, I am not stressed either. I breathe in sagebrush, hear red-winged blackbirds, and watch the water ripple, and I gaze at an egret or heron for a long time, imagining how life would feel if I were one of them. Today's human problems fade away from my consciousness.<br />
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<br />Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-62794204035519352942017-08-16T22:14:00.001-07:002017-08-16T22:34:05.061-07:00Welcome!Welcome to the new series on my literary blog. I’ve struggled with the format of a different web page design software for several years, but now happily return to Blogger with the help of my new web design specialist, Maddee James of xuni.com. I’m excited to re-start the conversations I’ve had with you and others interested in literature, writing, and nature. <br />
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After a career in academia, I would begin at a different place, with my favorite season, fall. To me, fall is a time of beginnings, expectations, visions of the future. <br />
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Winter is a season of amplification, opening of the boxes of secrets, working to absorb the new ideas popping out of those boxes. Spring is when cross connections and deeper insights can begin, the bud begins to open. Summer is full flowering of the ideas in those secret boxes, when the insights from them can be played with in many ways and related to other fields, to life, to other people. <br />
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Starting a new web page is like fall, starting off with a new set of secret boxes and a beautiful, stimulating new design. It invigorated me to create this new website with the xuni designer Maddee James. I liked the shiny DNA on my old site, but somehow the overall website design felt generic, not specific to authors’ needs, and it simply wasn’t exciting to look at. I find the new site gives me the pleasure of looking at a beautiful collage, but also gives me the mental challenge of seeing the connections between the different parts of the picture. I love to reflect on that idea, and to find how swamps, keys, and birds work together, how DNA and the ocean relate to one another, and more. I hope you will enjoy seeing this stimulating new design too.<br />
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I’ve used the previous incarnation of this blog to interview authors of new books, and I invite authors to contact me about reading and reviewing their work. I’ve also run an annual word play called alphabetaphilia, the results of which you can download and look at. Let me know if you’d like me to re-start that word play or to keep the blog focused on thoughts on various topics. I’ve taught writing spirituality and Writing Our Way Forward since I stopped blogging, and I’d like to hear if you want me to discuss some of the insights from these courses on the blog. Also, if there are topics you’d like to bring out, I’m interested to hear about them. <br />
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Please join in conversations that interest you, but please no erotica or painful sarcasm. Welcome!Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-3255259321498786092013-03-09T11:56:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:36:34.816-07:00Setting the setting: Water colors<br />
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Hi friends of reading and writing,<br />
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Do you enjoy the setting details in reading or do you skip over them? I've heard both from friends who read a lot. I enjoy setting details myself, so I can go over the top in writing about them. I have to remind myself about music, films, other good time markers, but when it comes to water, I can write a book on that alone.<br />
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Watching water is one of my favorite mind-regenerating activities. It looks remarkably like doing nothing, I admit that. But the colors change, reflect the sky's moods, show more or less reflection of the shore depending on the wind and current and the sun's position. And the water can be its own color. I posted a photo of a great blue heron at Newport Back Bay on FB. People liked it, commented on their experiences with this bird. Since I'm writing about North Carolina's lowland rivers and swamps, I said that for my setting in current writing, the water should be tes-brown or black. Shiny like coal, great at reflecting egrets but great at hiding herons. I just hope that the color of water means something to my readers someday. It means a lot to my protagonist, Holly McLain, growing up into an environmental activist in North Carolina, then California.<br />
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What do you feel about settings in your writing and in your reading?<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-1671040933018790472013-02-28T04:10:00.000-08:002017-08-24T18:33:47.423-07:00Z is for zebra for February 26 on Alphabetaphilia<br />
Hi readers and writers,<br />
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This is the last day for this year's alphabetaphilia so if you're still enthused about alliteration, feel free to go back to any letter you'd like and add a sentence using 5 words starting with that letter on Feb 27 and Feb 28 or any other day you visit the blog.<br />
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Here's a zebra, Equus quagga to scientists,a favorite photo from Creative Commons, to inspire you today to find 5 z-words, use in a sentence, and post in comments. The coat of the zebra has to be one of the wonders of the world. If you watch a herd gallop by in real life or in TV, the optical movement is overpowering.</div>
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-55882309127709651542013-02-28T04:04:00.000-08:002017-08-24T18:36:44.747-07:00Y is for Yarrow on Alphabetaphilia for February 25<br />
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Here's a photo from Creative Commons of yarrow plant to inspire you to find five y-words, use them in a sentence, and post it on comments below. Only one more day of Alphabetaphilia this year (although you can always go back and fill in for your favorite letter(s).<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-7804695809171061882013-02-28T04:00:00.000-08:002017-08-24T19:54:43.468-07:00X is for X-ray on February 24 in Alphabetaphilia<br />
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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Here's a famous x-ray, one by the discoverer of X-rays, taken of his wife's hand. Let it inspire you to find five x-words today and use in a sentence that you post under comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-85942516913224822482013-02-28T03:47:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:40:26.145-07:00W is for Wave on February 23 for Alphabetaphilia<div style="text-align: right;">
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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My computer problems continue, but I'm trying to at least get through the alphabet! Here's a wave to inspire you to choose 5 w-words and use in a sentence that you post in comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-28989365122467473512013-02-24T21:08:00.000-08:002017-08-24T19:56:48.549-07:00V is for Vanilla on February 23 on Alphabetaphilia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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For February 23, we have V for our letter. Here's a photo from Creative Commons, with thanks, of vanilla beans. I was over 30 years old before I realized my favorite flavor, vanilla, was a product of beans! Thank goodness, someone else had discovered that long since and shared it with the world. Let vanilla inspire you to some aromatic and tasty thoughts using 5 words starting with V today, use them in a sentence, and post in comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-8385412736748941342013-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:002017-08-24T19:59:23.795-07:00U is for Umbrella on Alphabetaphilia February 22<br />
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Dear Readers and Writers,<br />
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If you have Rihanna's hit song, "Umbrella" stuck in your brain, feast your eyes on this display of umbrellas in Wuhan, China to give it a new direction. Then, write five U-words and use them in an unusual sentence, post in comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-85815402009381854852013-02-21T02:48:00.000-08:002017-08-24T20:01:56.178-07:00T Is for Tortoise on February 21 in Alphabetaphilia<div style="text-align: right;">
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Hi readers and writers,<br />
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Today's inspiring image from Creative Commons is the giant Tortoise, an image that invokes the idea of the Galapagos and the birth of evolution in Charles Darwin's young mind. So let your mind give birth to five words starting with T, use in a sentence, and post in comments!<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-60722535057206759992013-02-20T16:47:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:41:19.912-07:00Alphabetaphilia for February 20 with Sand Dunes for S<br />
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Hi readers and writers,<br />
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Today's alliteration challenge on Alphabetaphilia is inspired by the Great Sand Dunes in Colorado: S-words, shown with thanks to Creative Commons. So let's write with these sand dunes as our stimulus. I have walked there twice, both times in awe of sand dunes so far from any ocean. The high snow-caps in the background most of the year emphasize how far away from sea gull country you are, while the grains of sand whisper to your feet of the sea.<br />
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Find five words starting with sibilant S, use them in a startling sentence, post in comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-89911432880608306802013-02-20T16:39:00.000-08:002017-08-24T20:04:52.641-07:00R Is for Raccoon on February 19 in Alphabetaphilia<div style="text-align: right;">
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Hi readers and writers,<br />
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Let this raccoon from Creative Commons inspire you to find five words beginning with R and use them in a sentence, post it in comments. I'm sorry to be a little late. Still having computer issues.<br />
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What do you know about raccoons? I like them a lot, with their little burglar masks. In spite of human warping of the landscape, they've learned to deal, to make a living anyway, not to be intimidated. But then, I haven't come home to find them playing in my flour all over the kitchen as one friend has, or found them eating the last fish out of the fishpond, as another one did. What's your thought?<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-27498409827873141892013-02-18T07:40:00.000-08:002017-08-24T20:05:50.822-07:00Alphabetaphilia for February 18 with a Quill for Q<br />
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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For February 18, we have a quill to inspire us to write an alliterative sentence with five quality Q words and post it on the comments. Have you ever tried to use a quill to write? I haven't, but I have used one to play an autoharp. It's a challenge. Goose feathers are made for the convenience of geese, not people, that's for sure!<br />
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In any case, enjoy writing a sentence with five Q words today, and please post it under comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-68445254507576668072013-02-17T07:27:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:42:20.057-07:00Alphabetaphilia for February 17, P is for Pagoda<div style="text-align: right;">
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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Here's an image of a pagoda to inspire us to write an alliterative sentence with five words beginning with P for today. This pagoda has a sad history that we heard while visiting Wu Cheng village in China. A general was far away from his wife conducting battles. As a joke, he sent word that he had been killed. She jumped off the pagoda to her death. He was said to be shocked and saddened when he came to Wu Cheng and found that his beloved wife was dead.<br />
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Do select five words beginning with P, use them in one praiseworthy sentence, and post it in comments today.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-23578752287070090092013-02-14T20:06:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:43:15.422-07:00Alphabetaphilia for Feb 16: O is for Orion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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To inspire us to find O words today, here is the constellation Orion, one of my favorites and one of the easiest to find in the night sky, even in Los Angeles where albedo is ferocious and the sky is barely dark at all.<br />
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Today, think of five words staring with O in honor of Orion, use them in a sentence, post in comments. Voila!<br />
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cheers,<br />
Laura<br />
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PS Thanks to Creative Commons for the image!Loreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-2855075326273799082013-02-14T17:01:00.000-08:002017-08-24T23:43:55.873-07:00Alphabetaphilia: N Is for Newt on February 15<br />
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Hi readers and writers,<br />
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When I was a kid running wild in the woods of North Carolina, we ran into newts from time to time. They are often brightly colored to warn off the predators because of their toxic skin, as this one shown above courtesy of Wikipedia Commons is.<br />
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Let the newt inspire you to find five words beginning with n and use them in a sentence for today, posting in Comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-90463036820673640562013-02-13T17:32:00.000-08:002017-08-25T01:30:37.757-07:00Alphabetaphilia: L is for Leaves on February 13<div style="text-align: right;">
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Hello readers and writers,<br />
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Perhaps L is for Late today. I had some issues with getting my computer to admit it was plugged in, but now it seems okay. Leaves are so cool. Now that I live in So Cal, autumn leaves are few and far between, but I still love the shapes of trees whose leaves have left them behind, and enjoy the misty green tips of those trees thinking about producing new leaves in spring. A magic moment I recall from fifth grade, when I had to begin wearing glasses, was seeing that all those tree-blobs were made up of wonderful, twinkling, individually mobile leaves on the way home from the optician's office.<br />
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So let leaves inspire you to choose five words beginning with L, use them in a sentence, and post in comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-16499549455387801472013-02-13T17:01:00.000-08:002017-08-25T01:31:35.583-07:00Alphabetaphilia: M is for Mountains on February 14<br />
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Hi readers and writers,<br />
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Do you love mountains? I do, so we get a picture of them for Valentine's Day this year. These mountains run along North of the 10 or San Bernardino Freeway in Los Angeles, on the East side, calling the skiers and the lovers of pure, clear air to come up and visit.<br />
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For today, let the mountains inspire you to find five words starting with M and use them in one marvelous sentence, post it on comments.<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997937108031302673.post-41917404360535987532013-02-11T17:05:00.000-08:002017-08-24T20:11:02.566-07:00K is for Krakatoa on Alphabetaphilia February 12<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Dear readers and writers,<br />
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Today is February 12, the day for K alliteration on Alphabetaphilia. I picked an image of Krakatoa, the volcano from 1883, from Wikipedia Commons (thanks to them!) to inspire us today.<br />
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I saw "Krakatoa, East of Java" at a drive in theatre many years ago, and it scared the bejabbers out of me. The only one that scared me more, out of all the films my family went to see in that drive in, was "War of the Worlds." The rising of a wave, even a pretty small wave, made me worry that it might just keep rising on and on, tower into a tsunami, and crash over the world as I knew it. And a low, low tide was sure to be followed by a giant wave, I thought, so at Myrtle Beach, I tried to stay inside the beach house at low tide.<br />
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Enjoy playing with K-words today. Find five, use in a sentence, capitalized or not all fine, and post the words and sentence on the comments. A short delay for me to moderate comments and your fabulous sentence will shine out on the world. Go!<br />
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cheers,<br />
LauraLoreleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07912727189990782170noreply@blogger.com1