We're having a mini WoolfCamplet at Squid's house today, catching up, talking about, well, blogs. I threw up my first ever live-blogging post over on the WoolfCamp blog a little while ago, and thought I'd attempt a bit of moment-by-moment here.
There's a great conversation happening right now about publishing, books from blogging, etc, which I'm ignoring for a minute to zone out and delight in Mary Tsao's Emily doing a private performance for no one of Old MacDonald. She announces herself, clears her throat, "aa-hmn!" and strums and sings, "Oh my da-yo hay a fahm, ee-i-ee-i, (breath, and a drawn-out) YOhhhh...."
I couldn't hold the camera still enough to get a good pic of her pursing lips, but still, look:
Sounds like the thing a lot of us would like most is a regular (Weekly? Yeah, right. Monthly?) get-together, sans kids, at a cafe or somewhere in a central-ish location between all our respective cities; where we can really write and discuss and be productive in shorter, but maybe more intense sessions. I'd LOVE that, and would happily travel an hour or more (this kind of minor-distance travel is to be expected out here, so not like home) for a monthly Thing, and would miss the kids, a little.
trying to participate in the Pivotal Moments writing exercise. it feels so huge i don't know where to begin. i came up with a list of some of the major events that have changed my life, all these months-long kinds of crises and spiritual ordeals that are both too personal to publish here and so big i couldn't choose just one to write on. then i read jo's post and changed my whole perspective. like, aha! i can write about just a single component of a whole giant overarching theme. how novel!
thinking of the exercise in this new way i feel like i could come up with a Happy Thing. whereas the events on my list were all these traumatizing difficult times. what are some positive Pivotal Events for me? i know what i'll be thinking about for the rest of the weekend...
Feeling really self-conscious still. Maybe I don't think writing exercises are for me. Maybe I'm not a Writing Exercises Kind of Guy.
Grace is telling me about Good Vibrations, "They have fresh-cut flowers. You can go there and sit in a vibrating chair with fresh-cut flowers and read erotica..."
"WHERE?" demands Jen, breaking abruptly from her reverie blogging.