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Friday, September 29, 2006

On the Cusp of Sunday

Sweet scent of sunlight
dances tango on my hip,
dapples spun by curdled clouds
tattoo my croning feet.

Behind a flimsy veil
Cassandra sings eternity.
I turn my back
glide deeper into dance.

Fractal created in Fractal Explorer, Digital Photo embedded

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Imagine This

I'm a participant in a local writers' circle which defies academia. Without a strong political structure, words continue to emerge. Without a strong critique structure, technique improves by leaps and bounds.

One member, a psychologist, refers to the body as 'Group' which carries the connotation of a therapeutic wellness bid. And it's true. We know each other in ways others do not. Sharing life experiences, current happenings and having seen four of the members undergo near death dramas, we are aware of the urgency of life and full of the generousness of spirit that empowers writing in a safe zone.

The number of books published since we began meeting is approaching twice the number of members. Several folks are not interested in publishing, sometimes folks are not even interested in writing but the sparks that occur during our fortnightly meeting lend encouragement and ideas around. I cannot recall a meeting which failed to produce a small tear and/or a robust belly laugh.

Newcomers come and go. Some find we are too unstructured to suit them; we have no president, we take no minutes. We have no dues. No obligations. We write as writing moves us. And move us it does.

Do you belong to a writing circle?

Butterfly Reflection created in Fractal Explorer by Sue Turner

Sunday, September 24, 2006


under a dark moon
the whole hides
beyond hyperbole

provoked by lunacy
what rings truer
than truth

is no more than
wild lies opened
in the night of moon
with danger as real as dew

Digital Photo, August 2006, Lake Pend O'Reille, Sue Turner

Thursday, September 21, 2006

MuseOnlineConference and Nanowrimo

Summer comes to a screeching halt. Indian Summer days may come, but my summer stops the first time my feet beg for socks and shoes.

Cranky stellar jays squabble over the cooling fruit on the pear tree, my mind goes blank and my body begins hibernation preparation but...wait!

There's much to do.

MuseOnlineConference starts October 9 and goes through October 13. How novel is this? Right from home, write from home. Great workshops and interactive chats are scheduled. In order to attend most of the sessions, I x'ed my calendar DONE to hone in on this workshop and begin filling a notebook with thoughts, starts and probably a few stops as well.

November 1 is the start date for NaNoWriMo. More thinking and Internet-ing brought me to the point of looking-forward instead of foot-dragging. Another notebook started!

In the meantime my normally scheduled Post Falls Writers, Spokane Authors, yoga class and Curves will fall into the 'optional' category.

People who complain of not having enough to do amaze me. What I'd give for a few extra hours of their offtime to use for my uptime.

I can't get my arms around it, Fractal from Apophysis by SueTurner.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Now with David Brancaccio - about Blogs

Now with David Brancaccio

Yesterday, I met with local bloggers and found them to be as diverse as blogs themselves. Awesome.

Can bloggers keep their mojo? Can you trust your hometown blogs? Can you be a blogger? Will you?

Like all things, blogs are good, bad and downright ugly.

The current controversy about whether bloggers are journalists is a moot point, as far as I'm concerned. The theory that one reads only the blogs with which one agrees is probably true to a degree. Feeling out of step is fairly common in this new environment and searching for blogs that resonate with one is not a bad thing, imho. Obviously, one wouldn't agree with everything that was written and good dialogue can often take place. Oftentimes, ideas worth mainstream notice surface.

It occurs to me that while some readers prefer Newsweek, others are committed to Time. Magazines and newspapers are probably as biased as bloggers and with fake news surfacing on most channels it's welcome relief to find blogs and concrete references.

May you find or write the type you seek.

Moved On, Photo by Sue Turner

Friday, September 15, 2006

Nanowrimo Thoughts

No Plot, No Problem. Chris Baty's book is in media mail to me.

How strange that I'm uptight about doing Nanowrimo this year and worried about a plot or how to do it.

Last year, I started late, finished well and published with little editing. How was Running with Scissors, my novel? I don't know. I didn't read it after I finished formatting it for Lulu.com for printing, but comments have been very positive.

The challenge is more complex this year since I know what it's all about. 'For a lark' mode last year was a breeze and when the cyberchute purged 5000 words, I didn't cry very long but re- keyed as many as I remembered and forged ahead.

Has the unknown become less frightening than the known?

Will you be there?

Beyond the Madness, Photo by Sue Turner 2006

Friday, September 08, 2006

Haiku and a Fractal

one zany zebra
plucks the bird of paradise,
vows the past is true

This fractal fascinates me. A lady who lived in Kenya for nine years requested business cards using this image and was elated with them. Many fractals require effort to visualize...it's like finding fantasy in lazy summer clouds.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Famosa Tortuga, Crema Bronceadora

Oil of turtle glides like warm silk
glistens on my skin
urges inland sunlight
to bring a bronzelike tint.

A nearby seashell fountain plays,
sets the scent of ocean free,
creates a sudden hunger
to place a footprint in the sand.

Decision made, keys in hand
I shut the door behind me
drive toward the closest shore,
realize I'm stirred by turtle envy.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Little House of Woods

People who claim to be uncreative are those who often define creative as applicable to visual art such as watercolor, drawing, oil, acrylic, illustration, pottery, design.

I define creativity as that self who finds fresh ways to do old things or masters survival in a difficult environment.

Whoever first set logs in this fashion deserves a blue ribbon. Without scheduled maintenance, this remnant enters its second century and, while amenities are missing, the structure is still quite sound.

Mining vestiges in nearby mountains may hold the key to the why which brought this cabin builder to the where.

I salute the creative people who trekked under incredible hardship to an unmapped distant spot and erected a home with found materials.

Photo by Sue Turner 2006