don't know about you...

but for me, I write a bit like I take a photograph.

Focus...

Move it and focus the object, adjust the camera, focus again:

Move it one more time. Look at it from another new angle. Focus and click.

 Now a little editing. Tweak the color, crop the edges, now add a softened edge.

hmmmm, maybe. 

Try it from another angle. One of the other pictures.Crop it, boost the color, soften the edges with a soft greenish vignette feel.

Pretty good. I'll put my name to it (another edit which entails a bit more scrutiny)...

and wa-la! 
Not a masterpiece but at least it's pleasing for me to look at.

Unless I am completely lazy and just post it without editing- which I do sometimes but I NEVER write without that process- except on my blog.

And... A piece of cake, right? 

Or a painful process which makes one wonder why they ever began writing in the first place...

I missed it

and I'm strangely sad. 

I missed the anniversary of David Foster Wallace's death. With all the trauma that surrounds the day, it's no wonder but I still wish that I had paused for a brief second on September 12 to recall the life of this relatively young (He was my age. Hey! No chuckling I am too young---ish) and brilliant writer. 

 I wasn't an English major in college (although even if I had been, we read a LOT of William Faulkner and James Baldwin and frankly had I been an English major, I might have quit with such a meager fare of modern literature) and I didn't read literary fiction until I met Mo (he's very well read). He called me at BnN where I was working at the time and told me about Wallace's passing (sadly, he killed himself after having suffered with depression for 20 years). 
The death of a writer is always sad and of course I vaguely knew that he was one of the best of a generation. And then I read 'The Pale King' and 'Brief Interviews with Hideous Men'... brilliant, both of them brilliant! 'Interviews' was dark- scary realistic dark but amazing nonetheless and 'The Pale King' was wide open, loose ends all over the place, but gripping and compelling- it had little cultural/social references in that made me feel like I was reading a book about my past. I loved it. There's a new biography on him- well, relatively new. It came out about two months ago. I plan on reading it along with Infinite Jest. I think they will make nice companion pieces.  Anyway, just sharing a bit of my reading history and future with you. And here's a flower for Mr Wallace (next year I'll try to remember).

How about you? Do you have any great reading schedule?
 

Whispers of time

Fall in all it's glory

 reminds us that Time

with it's inevitable

inexorable 

force

moves on day by day into and through
the next season

Reminding us 

that the flower's bloom is as fleeting as life itself

  and should be savored

A tiny blogfest

Delores at The Featherednest wanted to try something different by having all participants of her blogfest post a video of us reading text from our WIPs. I was ridiculous enough to raise my hand (like the silly kids in sixth grade who think they have the answer to the math problem but, in fact, don't) so here's my feeble attempt to get this done... 

This took me way too long and I am almost tempted to ask you NOT to watch it but que sera sera (whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see...)que sera sera!