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Firebrick and wine red 1

Yo Shaw,

How goes? Long time no talk. I apologize profusely. My life has been — described in one word — outrageous. Things have been crazy, buddy, absolutely insane. Good crazy though, not bad crazy. I haven’t been tripping over my shoelaces or losing front teeth or forgetting to take off my shirt before showering. I’ve been teaching Monday through Saturday (sometimes nine hours a day, not including travel time), then coming home and first writing my blog, then the school blog, then working on Space Tigers and, for Octopus Ink, activity pages and lesson plans and presentation outlines and twitter blurbs and Facebook updates and, somewhere in the midst of this, emailing friends and family, reading, playing the harmonica, exercising, joking with Jimi, eating, sleeping, and attending to personal hygiene. continue reading »

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Every morning, Saturdays included 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Why do I write, and why Octopus Ink Press? I can only answer your questions with the question, “Why not?” And if that doesn’t satisfy your curiosity, let me reiterate with what I’ve said before: I write because it’s fun. Because it’s time well spent. Because when I don’t write I feel anxious. Writing keeps the river of my life (or you could say my peace of mind) flowing, and on a day I don’t write it’s as if a dam is obstructing my flow, and the more time that passes that I don’t write, the more the pressure builds up, and the more anxious and frustrated I feel. So writing is a release. continue reading »

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Hello and hallelujah and yes 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I think I’ve finally discovered the secret to making my life magical — more magical than it already is anyway. Recently I’ve had a sort of awakening and let me tell you pal it feels fine, fantastic. The revelation is this: if I knew now I’d never publish anything significant, would I continue writing? I know we’ve discussed this before and my answer hasn’t changed = yes, absolutely, BUT (and here’s the “fine, fantastic” part) I wouldn’t waste my time and money sending stuff out, attending conferences, and dreaming of success. Instead, I’d just write at my leisure and be as light as air, as pure as water, and as simple as hello and hallelujah and yes. continue reading »

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To be a book 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Regarding your last email, always feel free to vent, pal, especially about writing. In fact, please do. We’re clearly on the same wavelength, as it’s exactly what has been on my mind for some time now.

Nearing 40, I’ve accepted the fact I’m not the next Hemingway, and though I could still hope to be a Henry Miller (in the sense that he published his first book at 43) that’s also unlikely. What about Frank McCourt (who won the Pulitzer Prize for his first book, published at the age of 66)? Again, unlikely. So what does this say about dreams? I used to believe it was enough to believe in them, but later learned that though they do come true, only for some people. Well, if I’m not one of those people, then what am I supposed to believe in? Santa Claus? Polarized sunglasses? Work for work’s sake? I know what you mean about not feeling fulfilled = I get up early, go to work, come home late, drink wine… Is that my purpose in life? continue reading »

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Reason for writing 0

Dear Bradshaw,

That question in your last letter got my mind spinning, man, like a pinwheel on the Fourth of July. It’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. Would I still write if I knew I’d never publish anything of value or worth to anyone? The answer is yes, absolutely, I would still write and, in a nutshell, the conclusion I came to is that, no matter what, everything I write is of value to me. Naturally, I write for a reason, and though publication and recognition would be wonderful, that’s not why I write. I write for fun, to feel free, and to exercise my mind and imagination. I write because I’m alive and, well, at the end of everything, that’s all there is, right? Whether I like it or not, kaput, the end, nothing gold can stay. When and if I’m eighty years old looking back on my life, I want to be able to ask myself, “Was it worth it? Did you have a good time?” and answer, “Yes!” continue reading »

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