blog.SoupKitchenWriting: Recent Comments2008-11-19T18:16:40Zhttp://blog.soupkitchenwriting.com/comments/atom.aspxQuick BlogcastComment on JOIN THE BLOGGING EXPLOSION!tag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-09-18:1373561Soup Kitchen Writing2008-09-18T07:56:41Z2008-09-18T07:56:41Z]]>Comment on JOIN THE BLOGGING EXPLOSION!tag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-09-11:1358155Alyson B. Stanfieldhttp://www.artbizblog.com2008-09-11T21:49:42Z2008-09-11T21:49:42ZComment on "Write Freely" Rules of the Roadtag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-06-15:1121479Pat2008-06-15T13:08:59Z2008-06-15T13:08:59Z I'm in a good writing group and the reactions of members to the revision process is telling. There are several who won't do it at all. Just send the first draft out and revision be dammed. I get tired of listening to their stuff over and over again without any improvements.
My closest writer friends are a study in contrasts. One, in her 50's, just got an agent and is working on the process. Her agent wants her to begin her second book. The other one is 28 and has had her manuscript out to several agents. They like it, but turn it down. She's rewriting but talking about giving up. That would be a shame because she is very talented. Won an award. I wish I could write as easily as she can. She's a good critiquer though.
Hope this helps. I'm just plugging away. Pat]]>Comment on SEE YOURSELF IN PRINTtag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-06-02:1090558Soup Kitchen Writing2008-06-02T13:06:43Z2008-06-02T13:06:18Z How great having you in our workshop in Santa Fe. Thanks so much for all of your contributions. Let's stay in touch. You can subscribe to this block by clicking subscribe in the comments. Do post more of your writing. Anne]]>Comment on SEE YOURSELF IN PRINTtag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-06-02:1090521Soup Kitchen Writing2008-06-02T12:53:14Z2008-06-02T12:52:33Z How great having you in our workshop in Santa Fe. Thanks so much for all of your contributions. Let's stay in touch. Do post more of your writing. Anne]]>Comment on SEE YOURSELF IN PRINTtag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-05-30:1082823Libby Mitchellhttp://imagineinkconsulting.com2008-06-02T12:57:55Z2008-05-30T06:39:01Z "I don't know what happened," she cried, tears streaming down her face.
"It was like it had a mind of its own and headed straight for the hydrant."
The spa goers looked over the college girl with the blond hair and vacant eyes and nodded wisely as they headed back inside.
The police arrived on the scene shortly and then the tow truck. As the driver of the tow truck mounted the car up, he could have sworn he heard a sigh of contentment.
And he would have been right. For many years, the car was such a wondrous machine. She was a souped up '66 metallic blue orgasm for her first driver. He lavished love on her, cleaning her religiously every weekend. He never forgot a maintenance check and her oil was changed every 3500 miles, if not sooner. The car had felt contentment.
When her first driver died, the car based down a line of owners, each one more a driver than an owner. The last one had been the worst. No cleaning, no oil changes. The car felt sick and dying. Brine and ice hung off her, salt marred her paint job. She could not take it anymore. In a desperate attempt to feel alive again, she drove herself into the fire hydrant, her first accident ever.
The car eventually wound up at the junk yard. There she sat for years. She waited as the years passed, if not happy at least resigned to her fate.
A young man tripped his way around car parts as he walked up the aisle where she was parked. The car watched him, mildly curious. Then it happened. He saw her. When he looked at her, she saw love at first sight. Cash traded hands and her new driver ran his hands down her sides.
"Metallic blue, I think", said the young man. As she took another trip on the tow truck, her life began again...with someone who loved her. Libby Mitchell, Garland, TX]]>Comment on SEE YOURSELF IN PRINTtag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-05-29:1082389Mysti Berryhttp://mysti.us2008-06-02T12:55:23Z2008-05-29T23:58:52Z If only Mom had never stepped foot in a glider. If she had stayed with the dirt and sweat of horses, the arena grounds. A horse is only a few feet high, and Christopher Reeves notwithstanding so few folks die for love of horses. Pilots, grey-eyed like Mom when she thought of the sky, alone with her thoughts and the silent movement of slick wings through hot rising columns of air. Mom, so in need of peace and a moment to think.
On that morning, was she thinking? A power plane is not quiet like a glider, and Joe our tow-pilot, a man of few words, could he hear her wonderful laugh? Did she have time to think? I've never worked out how many seconds a fifty foot dead drop is. My heart is hollow enough already. Mysti Berry, San Francisco, CA]]>Comment on Meet Author Alyson Stanfield and her new book "I'd Rather Be In the Studio!"tag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-04-30:1012903Soup Kitchen Writing2008-04-30T14:49:51Z2008-04-30T14:49:51Zwww.SoupKitchenWriting.com ]]>Comment on Meet Author Alyson Stanfield and her new book "I'd Rather Be In the Studio!"tag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-04-30:1012846Soup Kitchen Writing2008-04-30T14:26:25Z2008-04-30T14:26:25Zwww.SoupKitchenWriting.com ]]>Comment on Meet Author Alyson Stanfield and her new book "I'd Rather Be In the Studio!"tag:blog.soupkitchenwriting.com,2008-04-30:1012828Soup Kitchen Writing2008-04-30T14:22:20Z2008-04-30T14:22:20Zwww.SoupKitchenWriting.com ]]>