by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 15, 2015 | 1 true thing |
From the archives Until I See What I Say September 16, 2008 One of the reasons I write is to find out what I’m thinking, what I mean to say, and then to be able to hold onto it. When I talk, I often repeat myself with such slight variations that it must be...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 14, 2015 | 1 true thing, my writing |
In January of 2013, I started a new novel, working on it for eighteen months like a woman possessed. In September of last year, when I said it was ready, my agent sent it to just a few editors. While it was out, I took a four-month break. The novel didn’t sell...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 13, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
It’s seven on a Friday night, possibly the latest I’ve ever waited to come here. The reason: I’m sick. Just a cold with a bad cough, chills, body aches. But it’s the third time in nine weeks and this is the worst. I spent two hours at the...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 12, 2015 | 1 true thing |
When I was young–elementary school–my parents started making me say yes ma’am and yes sir. I didn’t want to, but I got so tired of them correcting me that I decided I would choose to say it. As I have mentioned before, I like being in charge of...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 11, 2015 | 1 true thing, provincetown |
I woke up to a frozen sea–outside–so I’m thinking no longer inside. I’m going to take it as a sign that the universe is with me. I’m in Provincetown where the temperatures for the last couple of days have been in the forties. Before I...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 10, 2015 | 1 true thing |
Here’s the kind of toddler I was: I climbed over the side of my crib in the dark and let go. ~ 365 true things about me why this daily...
