by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Oct 23, 2018 | life, provincetown |
Until today, my reading list suggested I had stopped reading sometime in February. What actually happened was this. On January 4th, a serious nor’easter hit Provincetown. The main problem was flooding, and my house is up on stilts. So I wasn’t worried. The...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | May 11, 2017 | craft of writing, my writing, novels, poetry, provincetown |
Another amazing week in Provincetown–this one including a visit from a friend. Number one on my agenda was reading through my novel. Happy to report the beginning is still WORKING! But solve one problem and you can see another… This time the middle seemed...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 11, 2017 | my writing, novels, provincetown |
I’ve just cleared off my desk leaving only my novel notes, hoping I will focus on that and not set off into one of my twenty-seven other enticing projects, each enclosed in a separate, clear plastic folder. Of course my computer is still on the desk, so here I...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 6, 2017 | provincetown |
Yesterday, when Cal left early, I had lots of plans. But turns out I had no interest in sitting down to work, no interest in starting any of my hundreds of projects. Instead, I washed towels and shook rugs and changed sheets and swept. It’s the first time...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 1, 2017 | accumulation, continuous life, essays, journeys, life, marriage, memory, my writing, provincetown, time, truth |
It seems impossible and yet it’s true. 50 was about proving I surely wasn’t. 60 is about loving the years. So, hello, sixty, I’m happy to be here. Aging is an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been. –David...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 31, 2017 | 1 true thing, 60 to 60, Columbus GA, continuous life, life, marriage, memory, Pam Houston, provincetown, time, truth, Writing by Writers |
I started to write there are so many things I forgot, but really there are so many things I remember. Here are a few I remembered after the fact–being a Brownie leader, spending every New Year’s Eve until graduate school cooking a fancy meal with friends,...
