by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 24, 2014 | about the current writer, first novels, How We Spend Our Days, journeys |
In The Writing Life, Annie Dillard wrote, 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...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 28, 2014 | about the current writer, essays, How We Spend Our Days, journeys, life |
In The Writing Life, Annie Dillard wrote,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...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 28, 2013 | accumulation, catching moments, continuous life, journeys, life, obsession, place, provincetown |
My end-of-the-year tally for 2013 is not how many books I read but how many days I spent in Provincetown. Every month, I was there. Usually for a week–one month for more, two months for less. Writing, reading, walking, cycling, eating, drinking,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 14, 2013 | catching moments, craft of writing, journeys, Pam Houston, place, reading |
More than 50 authors were loose on the streets of Brattleboro, Vermont, for the fun and successful Brattleboro Literary Festival! The Literary Death Match was hilarious–Adrian Todd Zuniga as host. Roxana Robinson read against Rigoberto Gonzales , while Pam...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 26, 2013 | catching moments, journeys, reading |
Thank you to each and every one of you who reads these pages. Thank you to each and every one of you who looks at the photos I’ve taken. Thank you to each and every one of you who takes the time to join in the conversation by leaving even one word in the comment...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Sep 10, 2013 | journeys, obsession, place, provincetown, the day |
MY FAVORITE POST over the years is the one I wrote about the Days’ Cottages before I ever stayed in one of the cottages. The story below reminds me–a person who normally belabors decisions–that sometimes the truest way to the heart is the first thing...
