The Writing Wringer

Sloppy Etymology

Found a rant in my drafts. Thought it would be appropriate since my blog’s been a little quiet lately.

I call myself a writer. But in privacy. I call myself a writer but I am afraid to say it out loud. I want to give an elaborate explanation to the world that the act of arranging words into sentences – often ambiguous, seldom meaningful – is a craft. I am a writer and saying that should be simple. It’s not something I get paid for. It’s not something I’m forced to do. It’s not a full time job. It’s not a part of some religion. It’s nothing but who I am. I write, therefore I am, right?

I find that all of my writing is ingrained in a deep sense of grief, inexplicable and a continuous sorrowful feeling, tragedy and insurmountable sadness. I don’t know how to be any other way…

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Our New Artist!

Or should I say illustrator? Which sounds better? Personally I like Artist more because it speaks to more than one…..

What am I doing?! Seraphim City is happy… Gleeful to announce our new artist in residence Don Brown… Or Donald E Brown the 3rd if you go from his fancy contracting business card. I took 3 months, 20ish applicants and a few serious thoughts of quitting writing altogether before it was determined that Don had the talent needed for the stories. He is a Pittsburgh resident, father, contractor, tattoo artist and thankfully draws so that you can feel the emotion of his art. I have already seen a few of his rough sketches of his interpretation of the stories and you are going to love them!

Join me in welcoming the new team member Don and if you know anyone who needs a new tattoo in the meanwhile, give him a call!


Why I Read

Worth a read…

M.C. Tuggle, Writer

“Bret Lassiter,” by Marge Simon

I think writers are as necessary as doctors. Like a doctor, the writer performs the vital functions of diagnosing patients, advising them, and healing them.

Diagnosing: Through the generations,  writers, like doctors, pretty much say the same things over and over, but in fresh, personal language. That’s because the human condition does not change. We must be told we are mortal, that we can and will get hurt, and that we should take better care of ourselves and loved ones.

Ernest Hemingway’s magnificent tale of war and loss in A Farewell To Arms remains one of the most powerful and vivid tales of the madness of World War I. Of course, its narrative is timeless because humanity is still being dazed and bloodied by conflict and loss. I still recall reading that book in high school, and how it shook me to the core the way it made…

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Taken by Death

i Just saw a posting that said Sir Terry Pratchett was “taken by death.” What a fun visual. It sounds romantic in a way people don’t talk about death, he didn’t die, he was taken, and from his writing I’m going to assume there was a conversation about potatoes and they danced off together… Followed by a trunk with many feet… 

Just for the record, when I die, I want my obituary to say “taken by pterodactyl!” I’m counting on all of you to make this happen.

Eloquently Said

So I’ve been feeling rather lost in my own world and have had some trouble working on post etc. We can blame it on my introversion, my seasonal dispersion, and my still obvious lack of the perfect artist, but I am still here and feel the urge coming back.

In the meanwhile, I thing one of my favorite bloggers puts it best….Pause