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As a little pigtailed thing in the sixties, my mama told me to stand up straight, say yes ma'am and no ma'am, and be a good girl. I took up writing instead. This celebrates the excruciating delight of a good scribble, and you don't need a secret MFA handshake to get in.
- Added on: Oct 29th, 2007
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Monda
- Listed in: Writing Humor
- Tags: fiction writing generation y women in the arts generation jones southern women
Recent Posts
Breathing the Fresh Air of a Four-Day Furlow
The last essay (for now) is graded. National Novel Writing Month is a sweet flicker in the rear-view mirror. Final exams begin on Tuesday. Somebody pour me a drink.My brains are scrambled and my eyesight is shot. I've eaten unhealthy food from bags o...
NaNoDONEMo
I'm never so inarticulate as I am in the final days of NaNoWriMo. All my words are used up. Near the end, characters and scenes take up all the room in my brain, jettisoning important functions like remembering to take out the trash or the words to "...
Teaching Other People\'s Children
I've never been so ready for a Thanksgiving break in all my life, and I'll bet I'm not alone. I love my students - all of them - it's just important to have a little time apart. Right here at the end of the semester, Thanksgiving break is the chance ...
Speaking of Books...
Here's one you must get your hands on, and soon. A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers Will Rule the Future by Daniel Pink is on my top ten nonfiction of all time list. Those out there who know me know I have little patience for nonfiction as a rule...
Good God, Woman, Cover Yourself.
This woman wanted to be our Vice President. Thankfully, she's not. Now she's apparently so in love with media attention that she can't make a proper wardrobe decision.I know this photo was taken for a fitness magazine, so don't even go there. By now ...
Procrastination, Exhaustion, and Inarticulate ADD Rambling
Friday the 13th seems like as good a day as any to begin my Christmas Wish List. After November is in the rear-view mirror, I'm going to deserve something delightful even if I have to buy it for myself. The Poem Cup is a good example. Piled next to...
