- Turn to page 35 in your current read.
- Find sentence #3.
- That’s the first sentence of a little piece of writing! It doesn’t matter if that’s a short story, a poem, the introduction to something bigger……
In honor of Flannery O’Connor, who was born on this day in 1925, here are some of her thoughts on the joys and perils of reading and writing.
I write to discover what I know.
Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.
People without hope not only don’t write novels, but what is more to the point, they don’t read them.
The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.
the planning stage of writing a novel is so cool and fun but actually writing is so hard and frustrating
Perhaps if I could trace
back to the exact memory
I could capture the essence of what made
a friendship blossom far too quickly
into an all-consuming love
that made the days both short & long.
sweet distance of time- my mind does trace
in this blur of blue and red love.
Faltering is my memory
but not my heart- the way you quickly
crossed the room, no care in the world- the impressions you made.
The secret promises I have made
you shall never hear; the length of prayerful, sleepless hours- you will not know how long.
The heart sensing emotion doth beat quickly
and patterns I soon long to trace
on skin never alive to my memory.
Is this fate?- This unrequited love.
Ah, the fatal sting of jealousy numbs & taints love
never to be molded, never by both sides to be made.
I’ve already forgotten the memory
of who you & I are- two years is long.
I pick up the pen to trace
the words I yearn to say- I tear the paper to shreds quickly.
I see you drifting away quickly.
I must capture the flames of love;
this friendship I must etch & trace
into every mind made
hazy. The days are long
with no word- I wish to capture & claim your memory.
There is no recollection, no memory
of who I was before. How quickly
we erase our existence for a chance to be at a side- we have no clue how long
it will last, but anything is better than having no love
at all. If you cannot be made
mine, then I shall suffer in pleasant silence and dream that it is your skin & my fingers trace.
How quickly you forgive, erasing every trace
of evidence. This is what it’s like-love. I knew right then that whether here or there, no matter where you went or what you did, you would survive in my memory
…..But who knew how Wednesdays could long as Mondays be made.
I hunger for flesh
I can breathe
eye the candy
of my mind
all the flowers
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
Where do bad folks go when they die?
I travelled far and wide through many different times
I can’t take it this is getting silly
You know that it would be untrue
I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
It doesn’t hurt me, you wanna feel how it feels?
Oh she wants milk and honey
When routines are hard and ambitions are low
Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and games
Just because I’m losing
I’m coming up only to hold you under
All my friends tell me I should move on
I hear the ticking of the clock
I ponder of something great
Come in take your coat off
You and I
Do you remember when we didn’t care?
Run, whirlwind run
Run the water ‘til it scalds you
In this farewell, there’s no blood, there’s no alibi.
I don’t know who to trust- no surprise.
See the devil on the doorstep now (my, oh, my).
Feels like your life is over, feels like all hope is gone.
We kick it old school.
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen.
I’m bringing sexy back. (Yeah!)
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind.
Finally recover when the mood is right;looking up into the new neon sky.
Serve God, Love Me, & Mend.