I got an email from a writer friend who is working on a complicated memoir. She is stuck in the process. In her email, she described the self-doubt that crept in after witnessing a commercial agent dispensing what I consider toxic advice at a workshop. When another writer at the workshop described her own work-in-progress … Continue reading On self-doubt (fuel for writing?)
Dear readers, Here’s a little something I did with the middle school students this week. I thought you might like it, too. You can do this exercise as often as you want to. Also, you can take more time with any step if you would like to, but the idea here is that you don’t … Continue reading 5 minutes of inner critic love
Inner Critic Workshop Monday, October 22, 2018 (6:30PM – 8:00PM) Yellow Springs Community Library 415 Xenia Avenue, Yellow Springs, Ohio Virginia Hamilton Meeting Room Rebecca Kuder is offering this engaging workshop that will allow people to rediscover and liberate a sense of play; unleash the creative spark; and demystify & disarm the inner critical voice that’s holding us … Continue reading Several free workshops: Come play!
Dear people, I am issuing a gift/challenge/invitation for the month of November (a month I love to abhor, by way of Tom Waits’ “November,” which you can hear him perform here and read lyrics below.). (If you read this after November, it’s never too late. Start anytime! And this does not have to be elaborate. You … Continue reading “Go away, you rainsnout…” NOVEMBER! (30 days with the inner critic)
In her essay, “On Keeping a Notebook,” Joan Didion writes: “…perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont…maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead even as we pretended to bask in it, but that was how it felt to me, and it might as well have snowed, could have snowed, … Continue reading How It Felt To Me
Imagine that! Again I am thinking about self-doubt as fuel for writing. (I blogged about that idea here.) In that way that interdisciplinary aesthetics happens inside a (my) human body, I was thinking of self-doubt as seemingly insurmountable…music came to me…as Funkadelic used to say, “so high, you can’t get over it…so low, you can’t get under it…” … Continue reading Feet don’t fail me now…
I’m incredibly sad and disappointed to report that I’ve not been able to reach an agreement on the contract with the publisher who last year accepted my novel, The Watery Girl. So the deal is off. Aside from the encroaching self-doubt, which is always around (and sometimes latent), I’m sure I’ll find another publisher eventually. Meanwhile, … Continue reading Things I’ve learned from not getting a publishing contract