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Beautiful Sentences: Kathy Fish

The naked women and men and teenagers and toddlers and babies glowed like rich people’s teeth as they threw themselves upon the piles of their worldly belongings.

Kathy Fish, “Collection Day.”

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Beautiful Sentences: Megan Giddings

What is the point of dating a self-proclaimed spirit of joy if she also tracks misery into your life?

Megan Giddings, “Vacations”

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Writerly Resolutions: September Status

September was a harsh month. NewImageI had hoped to have chapter 16 of the novel finished this month, but, as the curve at the right shows, I had a lot of not so productive days. 

I did have the wonderfully good fortune of having Goodreads suggest Masuji Ibuse’s Black Rain to me which covers similar material as chapter 16 should, so I have a source of additional background information. But I also am realizing that the writing needs to be especially poetic, almost as if I’m not writing a chapter of the novel, but I’m writing a 5,000-word poem and I’m not sure I’m up to the challenge. Hello, imposter syndrome.

At the same time, I did make some good progress revising an old story, and I’m feeling a bit more sanguine about it and I got a tiered rejection from a pretty high-end journal for the chapter of the trunked novel I have out on submission so all is not doom and gloom, plus I placed another one of the Chicago Sonnets for publication.

Beautiful Sentences: Kathy Fish

Nobody gets hurt on playgrounds anymore.

Kathy Fish, “Sea Creatures of Indiana.”

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Beautiful Sentences: Idra Novey

There was really no predicting where, or when, the least lonely years of one’s adult life might begin.
Idra Novey, Those Who Knew.
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Beautiful Sentences: Tom McAlister

I hated the part of me that could watch this happening and forget it was reality, wishing for terrible things to happen for the sake of my temporary entertainment.
Tom McAllister, How to Be Safe.
 
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Writerly Resolutions: August Status

I’m realizing NewImagethat my priorities have been shifting and focusing as the year proceeds. I’m spending  less time on short stories (tending towards no time) and more time on the novel. Even so, I think my goal of getting a complete draft of the novel by year’s end might not be reachable. August saw me completing chapters 14 and 15 of the novel. I got a slow start to the month working on chapter 14, but chapter 15 came along a lot more quickly.

Not much to say about short story work. I’m still plugging away but making not much progress since the time just isn’t there.

Beautiful Sentences: Tom McAllister

Where do people get stories? Do they go out in the world looking for interesting anecdotes? When they get home, do they write these things down and rehearse them?
Tom McAllister, How to Be Safe.
 
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Beautiful Sentences: Idra Novey

When she drifted from the kitchen to the living room, he followed, his hope rising like dough inside him.
Idra Novey, Those Who Knew.
 
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Beautiful Sentences: Tom McAllister

The deepest miseries come from our capacity for remembering; if everything can be wiped away with a single swipe, then nothing has to hurt.
Tom McAllister, How to Be Safe.
 
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