Cita's Blog – May 2011 Archive (6)

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process

writing the outline of this second novel on the back of some draft of the first

pages pulled from the slush pile (grin)

using blue tacky stuff to squish my notes to the wall along the hall

the better to see you with my dear

the lady on the nice blog had some sort of soft wall covering and long elegant pins and highlighted pages

"how to write a book and get it ready for publication"

dead puppies and disabled children and conversations that peter out…

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Added by Cita on May 23, 2011 at 6:52pm — 11 Comments

May 21

I love to see the pink penstemmon blooming in tandem with the globe mallow because the blended colors remind me of a teenage girl headed for the beach, not quite blended.

The shifts are changing, swallows retiring and making room for the bats in the sky, but the jet streams stay the same, the only thing that gives me a place in time.

And I skinned a rabbit today, dressed him out, found his lungs and heart, all connected, all intact, the beating and breathing parts that fit in…

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Added by Cita on May 21, 2011 at 11:52pm — No Comments

Staggering

I get drunk on the smell of the dark places in the creek.

I get drunk on the idea that.... well, on ideas.

I get drunk on frog song and lupine blue and sego lilies and horse sweat.

I get drunk on any moon, the lonely sound of a solitary quail at dawn, the white foam around a baby calf's lips and the way his mom lows to him when he strays too far.

I get drunk on tired, long, hour-slog days and cooking out of doors.

I stagger.

Added by Cita on May 17, 2011 at 7:06pm — 3 Comments

Squaw Berry Time

Sing a song of chindis in the night, of squaw berry time, of gila monster fake smiles.

Sing a song of hot coffee mornings, cold whiskey evenings, dusy hardtrail afternoons.

Sing a song of manzanita that blooms whitepink, stickytack on your fingers, honey on your tongue.

Sing the song to the airconditioned critic, lizard smiling, my moon sign flashing on her forehead, tapping her pen with impatience at my slow move through pageless days.

She wants gold stars and the bucks,… Continue

Added by Cita on May 17, 2011 at 5:41pm — 3 Comments

Field Trip

Shiney held her paper plate of beans and bar-b-que and stared out the plate glass window at the ridge from which they'd just descended, watched the windmills spin atop that ridge, thought about the tour they'd just had of the incomprehensible innards, cold and concrete and cavernous below the blades.

Monte walked up beside her, styrofoam cups of coffee in his hands.

"Wanna sit?"

"Sure," and they sat at a long table that would be folded up and put in a storage room after…

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Added by Cita on May 10, 2011 at 9:35pm — No Comments

Not a 6S piece, but fitting after the discussions earlier in the week

Please click through and read a post written by my partner who returned from Afghanistan on Tuesday.  He flew out of Kabul right before the news of Bin Laden's death broke.  He heard of the event from an Egyptian cab driver in Dubai. 

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Added by Cita on May 8, 2011 at 2:41pm — No Comments

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