by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 13, 2010 | Columbus GA, place, the day, time |
At 10:15, this day appears to be another one of those where I feel like my right arm is going in one direction and my left in completely the opposite, the same with my legs, and my head just might explode. I want to do so many things ALL AT ONE TIME. Each thing I do...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 8, 2010 | accumulation, craft of writing, journeys, mfa, place |
I lie down and get back up only minutes later. I close my eyes and then open them. I’m filled up and emptied out at the same time. Exhausted and yet energized. I’m on my way home from Vermont College of Fine Arts after 8 days of a residency full of...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 27, 2009 | craft of writing, life, mfa, place, time |
As some of you know, French was my first passion. The summers after seventh, eighth, and ninth grades I spent seven to nine weeks in Ferrisburg, Vermont at Ecole Champlain, a French camp on Lake Champlain. I just loved it. While I was there, I had the opportunity to...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 29, 2009 | place |
One of the things I’ve discovered through writing this blog, more so than with writing fiction, is that there are certain images I’m drawn to: windows, doorways, row houses, clotheslines. Dory Adams on her blog, In This Light, has been writing about...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 21, 2009 | place, shapes |
My writing group is meeting in the Napa Valley this weekend to write. Usually we meet to read and critique each other’s work. On our breaks we take the waters or a mud bath or a culinary excursion to Mustard’s, Greystone, or Ad Hoc. I am encouraged by the...
