Category: feelings
christmas eggs
left in the wake of AC’s departure, someone had to step to the stove. i’d been entrusted with the christmas eggs recipe, so i was the logical choice. after whisking and stiring and steaming and worrying and checking, the end product was not far off. after plating the eggs for my fellow writing retreaters, i sat down to a text message from her:
“don’t forget the special ingredient: love.”
i quickly texted back, “how about fear?”
i was only half kidding. AC is a killer in the kitchen and a giant when it comes to writing and is it any surprise she’s one of my main role models? but with her presence no longer here at #rockportwriting, i only had myself to rely on. i was in charge of seasoning my story and stirring the plot of the christmas eggs. there was no room for fear. only action.
and then this morning, we were faced with a lot of leftovers and only a half planned morning meal. the ingredients for christmas eggs were still in abundance, so i volunteered to whip up another batch. this time, i was in control. i gripped the spatula and added patience and love to taste.
a micro return
after an extended absence (and a push from an unexpected source), i’ve decided to return to this little corner of the interwebs.
*waves*
it’s not going to be as structured or regimented (posts every tuesday/friday) as before. in fact, i’m only going to post when i get the whim. or the whimsy. just some snippets of my brain. figurative, guys, not literal snippets of my brain because gross.
i’m not going to put pressure on me to write (or you to write in the comments section below) (ahem), but hopefully the act of putting words in a public sphere will kick my butt into gear because they do say the secret to writing is writing.
spoiler alert!
words words words practice words.
let’s do this!
2.14.14
this is what i want to say today:
memories + manuscripts
it’s moments like these that make me re-committed to not blogging.
yes, you read that right: NOT blogging.
i know this makes all two of my remaining blog readers sad, but that conversation with a grad school crony began with the red sox and the world series and going to game 6 at fenway and me wanting to know if i might be able to see her and her husband on TV when it took a sharp spin into writing land. it shouldn’t have surprised me considering we met in a writing program, but it stunned me with its sincerity and accuracy and vastness.
most of all because me tell a funny story? that never happens. i’m just not good with the verbal method of telling stories.
seriously though, what seemed like a little question to deb was a big moment for me because it reminded me i want to write a publishable manuscript. i want to have readers and i want them to remember little bits about my writing, even if it’s pieces i barely remember. even if those tiny particles of memory never reach me, it’s an electrifying thought to think they could be out there.
i’m not closing up the blog shop forever, but for the time being it will most likely remain dark because i need to focus my creative efforts elsewhere. for those readers who miss my words, feel free to email me or call me or tweet at me to check in. just because i’m not blogging regularly doesn’t mean i don’t exist. ;)
*signs off for now*
Abigail Mumford 