In January, I wrote a play. This was accidental—I had been working on the memoir about my burned-down house (318) and used a prompt from Ariel Gore‘s literary kitchen. (Ariel sends fabulous weekly prompts. You can subscribe here.) The prompt asked us to write about a place that scared us. Because the prompt called for … Continue reading YSTC 10-minute play festival (& “Dust” aka my first play)
I keep many emails in my inbox. I don’t always archive, delete, or (if I’m honest) even read all the messages that arrive there. What’s weird is how often the precise number of messages in my inbox is 318. Maybe I am trying to recreate that place in any way I can, even through my … Continue reading Inbox
Each week, I email the week’s writing goals to my friend Diane. I’m grateful for this practice, because it helps me focus. (Thank you, Diane!) Today I wrote the following, which I thought I’d post here. I’m reframing a couple of things that have been getting in my way as I work on the memoir … Continue reading Reframing (being open)
At the Omega Institute in July, I read the fabulous Maggie Nelson’s book, Bluets. I marked a passage on p. 81. I wasn’t exactly sure why, except that something resonated. Today as I typed it before returning the book to my friend Melissa, I see its connection to the work of WRITING THE UNTHINKABLE, and oddly, to a short story I’m working … Continue reading Fragment of Maggie Nelson’s Bluets
I saw something today in this old photo of the house where I grew up. Which memories are ours? Which flow from stories we have been told, family legend and myth, year after year until we can recite them by heart? My home is a ghost. Like a phantom limb, I recall my home, sometimes … Continue reading Firefly ghosts
Rebecca Kuder 