by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jan 25, 2021 | about the current writer, essays, memoir, 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 | Jul 30, 2019 | acknowledgments, mfa, Writing by Writers |
When I started writing in January of 1997, I had no idea what I was doing. It would be a number of stories and three novels later before I started writing Tidal Flats in January of 2013. So there’s the story of all the people who helped make Tidal Flats a real...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jul 27, 2019 | about the current writer, craft of writing, memoir, novels, 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 | Jan 25, 2019 | about the current writer, memoir, obsession, 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 27, 2017 | about the current writer, memoir, 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 | May 20, 2017 | Pam Houston, Writing by Writers |
I feel as if I’m in Austria, but it’s the Methow Valley in the foothills of Washington’s North Cascade mountain range. On Wednesday I flew into Seattle and then drove east for five hours–through the city, along rivers, over a pearly sea-green...
