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August 24, 2010
Fiction That's stream of consciousness writing that appears in a journal discovered by the main character. It's fiction. It's not, as some of you so quaintly seem to imagine, a voice in my head. It's fiction writing. And some of it is disturbing. There is light and there is dark and mostly there are both. I don't always like what I write. I write. Posted by Melissa Price at 10:50 PMWhere are the brave? Where are the funny, kind, wise and discerning people in SF? Even just funny and kind? Wise and discerning? How 'bout funny? Brave? Posted by Melissa Price at 12:59 PMThat grown and smart people repeatedly mistake characters for actual people and fiction for nonfiction continues to amaze me. Or else they want it to be about them. They imagine they are being written about or messaged to. Imagination and writing are of the moment, written with a spirit of experimentation, joy, trying things out. Some writings soar, some crash. It happens. And so it goes. The dance continues, the game continues--and it is always a dance with the world, with language, with language, with language. The game is the same. With the world and with language. Posted by Melissa Price at 11:58 AMAugust 23, 2010 there are some people you want to talk, joke, sing and dance with. others you would just like to kiss. others you'd just like to sit next to while you both sip lemonade. you could paint with others still. or hug. or watch a movie with them. or read books on opposite ends of the couch. or you could run out into the yard together during a rainstorm. and there are those you would just like to walk with. you could walk far and long together and it would never get dull and only rarely get lonely. there is a world of hugs. that's next. Posted by Melissa Price at 08:23 PMour gentle golden fall-summer is here. the light and air are full of dance. Posted by Melissa Price at 06:58 PMAugust 22, 2010 would love it if this house were bursting with artists more often ... if i ever get editing work again we'll have an old-skool house party. happiest, happiest. Posted by Melissa Price at 02:28 PMI will sing, sing a song. Posted by Melissa Price at 01:21 PM
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