by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 21, 2017 | craft of writing, my writing |
My novel is about a marriage. Eleven scenes tell the couple’s origin story–meeting, falling in love, deciding to get married… Approximately forty pages worth. It’s some of my best writing and it should be. I’ve worked on these pages for...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 25, 2016 | about the current writer, craft of writing, first novels, novels, Writing by Writers |
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 28, 2015 | about the current writer, craft of writing, essays, stories, Writing by Writers |
I have been looking into schedules. Even when we read physics, we inquire of each least particle, What then shall I do this morning? How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 9, 2015 | 1 true thing, craft of writing, my writing, provincetown |
I wanted to tell you about my novel that went out the first week in June to a very small number of editors. Good, positive, specific things were said but no takers. Honestly this time I’ve been unsure what to do next. I’ve thought about starting a new...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 12, 2015 | 1 true thing, craft of writing, provincetown |
I’m reading The Green Road by Anne Enright. I’m a huge fan of hers, but I’m having a little trouble getting into this one. I started it on the Kindle, then ordered the book and re-started it. I don’t feel like I have to finish it, but because...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 26, 2015 | 1 true thing, craft of writing, Pam Houston |
Too much sitting, not enough moving. This morning my body hurt. I stretched, then I set the timer on my phone for an hour, and when it went off, I got down on the floor and stretched again. Then I reset the timer. At one, I went to run–thirty minutes of...
