goodlist, badlist: a little update on the writing

Having strayed momentarily from the subject of this blog to expose my tastes music wise to the masses, I now must quickly return, and give a writing update.

By the way, this isn't writing. Neither is reading other people's writing, and neither is googling my writing school classmates to see if they're writing, or what they're doing, and reading their writing online, if they're writing, and if their writing is online.

This is fun and practice, but not writing. Just to let you know.


The novel is still on the good list, but I haven't touched it in a few weeks. But I still like it. Goodlist.

The story that is "done" and that I'm onehundredthousandpercent sick of reading is still on my desk. Something's wrong, and I don't know what yet, so I haven't sent it out yet. Badlist.

A poem, "Letter to Steven, from a blizzard" will appear in The Rose & Thorn's Summer issue, in July. Wootwootlist.

The story that I have just started is awesome and I love writing it. Superduperlist.

So, bye. After all the above listed timewasting, I'm going to do the work. Goodlist.

Exciting PS: stay tuned to this space for a thrilling new contest soon to be announced. Sharpen your pencils:::


and now for something c.d.:music

Friend blogwriter strugglingwriter challenged the world to name 5 songs you're proud you listen to (on ipod or elsewhere) and 5 songs you're not so proud of, but still rock OUT on.

'Kay. Here goes.

The Fames:

1. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (entire album) (Lauryn Hill)
This. Album. Is. Fierce. Love it.

2. Oye Como Va (Santana)
A classic that retains its explosive charm.

3. More and then some (Nina Simone)
A song with special meaning for me, and the power of her voice is almost uncontrolled. You get the sense that it could go five times louder, stronger, if she would let it.

4. Jerusalem (Matisyahu)
Matisyahu is so great. Lyrically thoughtful, playful, diverse, yet (gasp) righteous. It gives me hope for the tadpoles that he's so popular with them.

5. American Girl (Tom Petty)
I was a fan of this excellent song way before the utterly brilliant use of it in Silence of the Lambs, (one of the best song placements in film, to be sure--can you name any others?) but that use cemented my appreciation for it. I love Tom Petty for his encapsulation of the desire to take part in the so-called American dream, even if you are a short skinny guy with stringy hair and a whine for a voice, and this is one of his best, though not his only best by a long shot.

The Shames

1. Moneymaker (Ludacris)
Sexist, while making a lazy attempt not to be.

2. Be Without You (Mary J. Blige)
Schlocky and so overdone that it might as well be a stage show, but it's good for the floor exercise portion of my workout.

3. This is How We Do It (Montell Jordan)
Whenever I heard this song on the radio I would blast it, because it's so snapping, so when I got iTunes I immediately found it. It's a bit cheesy, but between cheesy and thuglife sexist I'm so great hip hop, I'll take the 6'8 Montell.

4. Hot in Here (Mc Platnum)
Sexist, while making no attempt not to be.

5. Gold Digger (Kanye West and Jamie Foxx)
This is an interesting song, which has appeal for both the sexist and non sexist listener. On its face, it is a humorous jab at all the money grubbing ladies of the hip-hop set (if there are any--I'm out of that loop) but upon further inspection, ie the second half of the song, it is the men who are being capped on, as we used to say at MLK elementary. With the addition of Jamie Foxx's uncanny Ray Charles impression, the song is a gem, even if it is in the rough.

Now you know all my dirty little iPod secrets. I tag maryjunebrown to do this little task on her excellent blog of the same name, at maryjunebrown.wordpress.com.


for writing geeks only

A lively discussion of the writer/editor exchange is taking place in the comment section of the post "and i trust her with my heart", for those interested in that type of thing.


poem finds home

Youse readers whatre writers too might give a little yahoo: a poem I sent to The Rose & Thorn magazine has been plucked from the piles for publication: "Letter to Steven, From a Blizzard" will appear in their Summer 2007 edition.

I got this news sitting in a cafe on a small square in the walled city of St. Malo, on the northwest coast of France. A block west the Atlantic tossed its blue tresses against the ramparts, built in the year 1000. Beside me sat a steaming cafe creme, and behind me my girls made messes of their chocolat chaud and their father lapped up his own cafe creme to the familiar strains of the one and only B. Marley, which confirms my theory that it's just when our bowls are full of pudding that the cake is served.

The news was lovely, and learning it where I did gave it a flavor I'll savor for a while.


home and hugo

Just rolled in from the biggest travel day ever, but the trip was great and much inspiring. Witness jet lag grammar here. Stood at Victor Hugo's desk and looked across the Place des Voges toward where he watched George Sand approach for their regular writer's group sessions. Kudos for readers who can name this city!