Cita's Blog – November 2011 Archive (6)

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We wake in the dim early morning, cold house, animals and chores waiting, loathe to leave the warm bed where limbs are nighttime tangled.

I soap dishes with hot water while coffee water heats on the stove and you lay cedar kindling beneath a heavy oak log; the chill begins to disappear.

I cook comfortable foods that smell like home  while you walk to the barn to feed the horses, dogs running circles of delight in the frosted grass.

Second cups of coffee, pages turned in…

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Added by Cita on November 14, 2011 at 12:30pm — 7 Comments

Why My Office is Still and Silent

It is not a matter of writer's block.

It is not a lack of ideas.

It is not apathy or an arid spell or a deficite of motivation or a busy schedule full of numbers and check marks.

It is not any of these things, nor a fear of failure or ADD or a minor addiction to video games.

Rather, it is because the right words have not lined up and held hands, the ideas have not copulated on the page and produced tendrils of shining epiphany babies that squirm and wriggle and…

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Added by Cita on November 13, 2011 at 9:09pm — 10 Comments

The Stain

She'd lived her whole adult life in the shadow of a port wine stain.

The dark red blotch rose up out of his shirt collar and flooded his neck  under his right ear, only touching his jaw line, but in truth spreading out like a lake all over their lives, dictating where they went, who came to their house, and how many photos were in the family album.

She had to admit to not having noticed it the first few times they met back when they were so young, but the moment they began…

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Added by Cita on November 9, 2011 at 6:30pm — 9 Comments

The Profound Egg (T-firmly-IC)

We woke to snow on November 6, and the sky never did show its blue while gray clouds hurried along, not stopping to drop any more of their load.

I stood in snow boots in the mud outside the open chicken coop letting the traffic come and go around my feet, watched the small white hen with bedraggled feathers scratch in the hay behind the door until she got comfortable. 

I've heard about it, read about it, the almost hypnotized trance that hens go into, once a day, as they lay…

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Added by Cita on November 7, 2011 at 3:30pm — 5 Comments

Leaving Pieces

She went crazy for several reasons, not the least of which was the dime-sized itchy spot just under her right shoulder blade, in exactly the right place that she could not reach it except with the little green many-bristled hairbrush and then only if her elbow was cocked way over at an awkward angle.

Another reason she went crazy was because of the Christmas baskets her boss's new wife stashed in the closet of the mansion, and that wouldn't have bothered her except that they were…

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Added by Cita on November 6, 2011 at 3:53pm — 12 Comments

Bummer

I dreamed that I was writing my new book, had the whole thing figured out, could see it in my mind, but when I woke up, I could remember the creative high, could remember the sweet feel of the process, but not one single plot point or poetic swagger from the whole thing.

Bummer.

We divided and conquered from the Safeway parking lot with  me going to order the pizza, mail off my package across the street, and retrieve the pizza while you took the grocery list up one aisle and…

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Added by Cita on November 1, 2011 at 4:41pm — 5 Comments

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