Writing Update--No work done on the novel this week. No excuses, just no work.
Monday, I tried to re-write a paragraph. The frustration was too great. The results too crappy. So that went straight to the bin.
Starting this new temp gig has had me on overdrive at work with very little brain power at night. I've been going on fumes and now that it's almost Friday...I'm looking forward to this long weekend for some much needed writing time.
I've also been dealing with some health issues. Nothing so dire to land me in the hospital but just enough of a nuisance to make me make an appearance with my primary doctor. Follow up visits to ensue next week to get test results.
I'm going to keep this one short and sweet. Have a great holiday weekend.
Peace,
Lily~
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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Robyn - Be Mine! (Live from the Cherrytree House)
Last night, I heard this song for the first time. I loved it enough to jot down the name and look her up tonight. This song first came out in 2005 but this softer version came out in 2009. I know it's an oldie but it's a goodie.
Enjoy!
Lily~
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Lily~
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Pablo Alboran - Quien
and this video came out 3 months back
but you just can't miss a ballad from Pablo Alboran
you just can't do that to yourself for even one more day.
Peace,
L~
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Monday, August 26, 2013
Penny Thoughts
An avocado pit lies broken open
hollowed out tender sprout.
A wall of rain is broached
with a tilted brain.
Who steals in increments?
Loose change at the bottom
of a purse, pennies short.
A cold pear waits
against the desk light.
Bite down hard, break skin.
Storing items at the bottom
of an empty coffee can
reminds me of another time
when we were holding
ourselves solid against a wall.
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hollowed out tender sprout.
A wall of rain is broached
with a tilted brain.
Who steals in increments?
Loose change at the bottom
of a purse, pennies short.
A cold pear waits
against the desk light.
Bite down hard, break skin.
Storing items at the bottom
of an empty coffee can
reminds me of another time
when we were holding
ourselves solid against a wall.
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
Prey
A shadow is lingering in the back of my brain
candy wrapper crackling in the darkness
teeth striking against sharp enamel edges
waiting like a cat ready to pounce on prey
ever watchful for the sound or the movement
that will set off the next chain of events
wasting time 'til the spark sets us on fire.
I dreamt that you died and you forgot
to say good-bye. How can I sleep
when the chair keeps being left wide
open in the yard ? A gaping mouth
with no one around to fold it close,
where downward facing dog
is the new prayer pose, no words,
just breath and beads of sweat
to offer as sacrifice.
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candy wrapper crackling in the darkness
teeth striking against sharp enamel edges
waiting like a cat ready to pounce on prey
ever watchful for the sound or the movement
that will set off the next chain of events
wasting time 'til the spark sets us on fire.
I dreamt that you died and you forgot
to say good-bye. How can I sleep
when the chair keeps being left wide
open in the yard ? A gaping mouth
with no one around to fold it close,
where downward facing dog
is the new prayer pose, no words,
just breath and beads of sweat
to offer as sacrifice.
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Twice Promised
It’s strange now to think of you after all this time. A letter twice folded slipped into the back
of a desk drawer. There are marks on me where the pen met the paper. A past filled with promises. The
present left unattended. Where do we go from here? You kept asking. On the back porch I drink a glass
of cold water making my teeth hurt. My answers are incomplete. Shelves are brimming with unread books. Where
do we even start? A question mark perched on the edge. I would
apologize if I knew what you did wrong. We move, move, move to stop from thinking about each other. Now that I've paused, flood waters.
Remind me to look you up after I’ve sorted the recycling. Sitting quietly with
past, I surrender.
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Blue October-Bleed Out
Okay! So you know how much I LOVE Blue October. They just came out with a new video...and I can't stop listening to this song, Bleed Out. I admit frontman Justin Furstenfeld's voice is so compelling to me that I can't get enough of it...then with the rest of the group's voices, they create these layered harmonizing tracks that echo giving the whole piece a hollow feeling. Love, love their sound!! I just scored tickets to see them play live on September 14th at 7 pm at Irving Plaza. I am STOKED!!
Peace,
L~
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
The Glamorous Life of Being a Temp
Tuesday morning. It's pouring buckets and today I had an interview for a new temp gig. It's an exciting post. Can't really go into specifics except to say the interview went by quickly and they are looking to bring someone on ASAP, which works for me. My agency has been total rock stars on my behalf. Yay!! I am buzzing at the prospect of having a grown up job for a change.
Now I am back at my desk trying to settle down enough to do some writing. My 5-year old niece followed me to my room and she is vying for my attention. She seems to be winning this battle of wills.
She found a connect-the-dots book and is now hard at work at connecting them in pink ink. Okay...she's won. Time to do a little coloring before I can write.
Peace,
L~
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Now I am back at my desk trying to settle down enough to do some writing. My 5-year old niece followed me to my room and she is vying for my attention. She seems to be winning this battle of wills.
She found a connect-the-dots book and is now hard at work at connecting them in pink ink. Okay...she's won. Time to do a little coloring before I can write.
Peace,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2013 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Catching Up
Monday. It's a grey overcast day and it's a good day to write. I've spent the late morning/early afternoon working on the novel. It's coming along. That's as much as I'll say about the writing. I've hit my wall though. I need more caffeine. I made the mistake of drinking decaf tea earlier and now I'm paying for it with big open-mouthed yawns. I have more work to transcribe so I'm going to take a little break, freshen up my cuppa tea, move around a bit, perhaps a bite for lunch (leftovers) and then back to work.
My temp gig ended last Friday and for a change it didn't freak me out. I thought: at least I'll have some time to work on the writing. Altho' my very efficient agency may have another gig lined up for me starting tomorrow. In the meantime, it's a good day to get some of my own work done. Yay.
Let's see, this weekend, I caught up with a couple of shows that my friend Tony has been telling me to watch for ages. The Fall with Gillian Anderson. It's a UK crime show and she's brilliant in it. There are only a handful of episodes so I was able to watch most of them.
Also, I started watching Hemlock Grove on Netflix. That show I'm still on the fence. Lili Taylor plays a guest role and I love her to bits in this series. The lead characters feel a bit stilted for me but I only managed to watch a couple of them so far. Famka Janssen also plays a character and she steals the show. The evil characters always seem so much more interesting than the do-gooders. She definitely has the creepy mama vibe working for her.
That's all I have for now. Off to find more tea.
Peace,
L~
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My temp gig ended last Friday and for a change it didn't freak me out. I thought: at least I'll have some time to work on the writing. Altho' my very efficient agency may have another gig lined up for me starting tomorrow. In the meantime, it's a good day to get some of my own work done. Yay.
Let's see, this weekend, I caught up with a couple of shows that my friend Tony has been telling me to watch for ages. The Fall with Gillian Anderson. It's a UK crime show and she's brilliant in it. There are only a handful of episodes so I was able to watch most of them.
Also, I started watching Hemlock Grove on Netflix. That show I'm still on the fence. Lili Taylor plays a guest role and I love her to bits in this series. The lead characters feel a bit stilted for me but I only managed to watch a couple of them so far. Famka Janssen also plays a character and she steals the show. The evil characters always seem so much more interesting than the do-gooders. She definitely has the creepy mama vibe working for her.
That's all I have for now. Off to find more tea.
Peace,
L~
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
Pity-Partying Tango
Writing Update.
Is this the part where I tell you that I want to quit writing?
The part where I tell you that I have no freakin' idea what I'm doing with this novel.
And I really, really want to give up on it. I mean REALLY!
Light the manuscript on fire and let the whole thing go up in smoke.
Yep, that's how I'm feeling about it these days. I know this feeling will pass but until that feeling passes I wait.
I want to move onto a new project. Perhaps go back to my first love, poetry.
Throw some snow on the wall and see what sticks.
Go back to playwriting and write 110 pages of a full-length play.
Do almost anything else but deal with the vast blankness that I have pertaining to this novel.
The writing muse is gone...or at least in a deep sleep...or a coma....or on vacation.
I try to fake it for awhile but there is just so much faking I can do before I know that the words are not right. The writing isn't getting better. The story is floundering. And so am I.
I read in one of my many books on writing that sometimes if you have shared too much of the story... the creative self will stop writing. Might that be the case? Well I can't un-do the sharing. I can't unpop that cork. Going forward I may hold back and keep my fingers still from writing on my blog about the next project but for right now...I am slowly wallowing in the murky depths of a story that doesn't quite work. Ergh! If I were to start over, hack it up, what would be left over? Perhaps I'm not meant to be a novelist? Who intentionally signs up to be a writer anyway?
I wrote to an old friend to tell them how writing was my first love. And that in my early twenties I thought myself a force to be reckoned with...I wanted to take the publishing world by storm.
Twenty years later, I'm just working on facing the page and not quitting.
My friend reminds me that I persevere, no matter what...I keep moving forward. I feel stuck tonight.
I spent the better part of my adult life working on Plan B, trying to sort out a career, a relationship (a couple of them), some savings for the future. Yes, well that didn't work out either.
There is no more Plan B. Writing is what I have. It's all I've ever wanted to do. And as I sit here rubbing my eyebrows off, I have to say tonight, I just wish I was a better writer.
Better at the craft. Better at making it work. Better at not allowing the funk to get the best of me.
I'm still writing...I spent the better part of the day working on one character. One small slice of the story. How do you build them up so that they seem like living breathing characters? One layer at a time. Ergh!
There have been all these articles lately about how a "writer" must conduct themselves pertaining to their blog in order to build their audience. They say not to share too much personal information, not to whine, not to complain too much. Yep, I've done all of these "no-nos" in varying degrees since I've first started this blog back in 2008. And really, it's not bad advice since you always want to put your best self out there. But for f**k sake this is PART of the writing process too. This unmitigated impatience and pity-partying tango is part of it too. Anyway, that's all I have for tonight. Those articles be damned!
Peace out,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2013 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Is this the part where I tell you that I want to quit writing?
The part where I tell you that I have no freakin' idea what I'm doing with this novel.
And I really, really want to give up on it. I mean REALLY!
Light the manuscript on fire and let the whole thing go up in smoke.
Yep, that's how I'm feeling about it these days. I know this feeling will pass but until that feeling passes I wait.
I want to move onto a new project. Perhaps go back to my first love, poetry.
Throw some snow on the wall and see what sticks.
Go back to playwriting and write 110 pages of a full-length play.
Do almost anything else but deal with the vast blankness that I have pertaining to this novel.
The writing muse is gone...or at least in a deep sleep...or a coma....or on vacation.
I try to fake it for awhile but there is just so much faking I can do before I know that the words are not right. The writing isn't getting better. The story is floundering. And so am I.
I read in one of my many books on writing that sometimes if you have shared too much of the story... the creative self will stop writing. Might that be the case? Well I can't un-do the sharing. I can't unpop that cork. Going forward I may hold back and keep my fingers still from writing on my blog about the next project but for right now...I am slowly wallowing in the murky depths of a story that doesn't quite work. Ergh! If I were to start over, hack it up, what would be left over? Perhaps I'm not meant to be a novelist? Who intentionally signs up to be a writer anyway?
I wrote to an old friend to tell them how writing was my first love. And that in my early twenties I thought myself a force to be reckoned with...I wanted to take the publishing world by storm.
Twenty years later, I'm just working on facing the page and not quitting.
My friend reminds me that I persevere, no matter what...I keep moving forward. I feel stuck tonight.
I spent the better part of my adult life working on Plan B, trying to sort out a career, a relationship (a couple of them), some savings for the future. Yes, well that didn't work out either.
There is no more Plan B. Writing is what I have. It's all I've ever wanted to do. And as I sit here rubbing my eyebrows off, I have to say tonight, I just wish I was a better writer.
Better at the craft. Better at making it work. Better at not allowing the funk to get the best of me.
I'm still writing...I spent the better part of the day working on one character. One small slice of the story. How do you build them up so that they seem like living breathing characters? One layer at a time. Ergh!
There have been all these articles lately about how a "writer" must conduct themselves pertaining to their blog in order to build their audience. They say not to share too much personal information, not to whine, not to complain too much. Yep, I've done all of these "no-nos" in varying degrees since I've first started this blog back in 2008. And really, it's not bad advice since you always want to put your best self out there. But for f**k sake this is PART of the writing process too. This unmitigated impatience and pity-partying tango is part of it too. Anyway, that's all I have for tonight. Those articles be damned!
Peace out,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2013 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Bittersweet Love
Lots went on the last week and a half. Highlights are long overdue.
On Monday, July 29th- I took the day off from work and went to see Ben Howard in concert in Central Park. Super performance and I enjoyed every minute. His music is just really laid back and groovy. He had a few up-tempo songs that sounded amazing live. But mostly I was there to enjoy his steady grounded vibe. I opted not to stand in the pit so I could actually enjoy the music. I'm uploading a video from YouTube (recorded by R. Ridder) singing Old Pines. Lovely.
On Saturday, I took my niece to see Wolverine. I really must have been in the mood to see this movie because I loved the highly stylized martial arts in this film. There were a couple of scenes that were so over the top that I couldn't help but roll my eyes...like the chase on the high speed train...but for the most part I enjoyed it as summer fare.
Today, I re-read Annie Proulx's short story Brokeback Mountain. As much as I love the movie, I love the actual short story even more. She captures tender moments so well that it physically makes me ache with longing. The language condensed but it speaks volumes. There is one paragraph in the story when Jack is thinking back over his time with Ennis. Ennis wraps an arm around Jack...that moment makes my throat raw with unshed emotion. Even now as I think about it...my throat tightens up with the bittersweetness of the multi-layers of love in its purest form. This story is just so beautiful.
All for now....
Peace,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2013 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
On Monday, July 29th- I took the day off from work and went to see Ben Howard in concert in Central Park. Super performance and I enjoyed every minute. His music is just really laid back and groovy. He had a few up-tempo songs that sounded amazing live. But mostly I was there to enjoy his steady grounded vibe. I opted not to stand in the pit so I could actually enjoy the music. I'm uploading a video from YouTube (recorded by R. Ridder) singing Old Pines. Lovely.
On Saturday, I took my niece to see Wolverine. I really must have been in the mood to see this movie because I loved the highly stylized martial arts in this film. There were a couple of scenes that were so over the top that I couldn't help but roll my eyes...like the chase on the high speed train...but for the most part I enjoyed it as summer fare.
Today, I re-read Annie Proulx's short story Brokeback Mountain. As much as I love the movie, I love the actual short story even more. She captures tender moments so well that it physically makes me ache with longing. The language condensed but it speaks volumes. There is one paragraph in the story when Jack is thinking back over his time with Ennis. Ennis wraps an arm around Jack...that moment makes my throat raw with unshed emotion. Even now as I think about it...my throat tightens up with the bittersweetness of the multi-layers of love in its purest form. This story is just so beautiful.
All for now....
Peace,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2013 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
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