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Jul.06.2010
I'm taking a little break from the long-distance running of writing novels, in order to write a short story, the first I've written in many many moons. It's a quiet story, a strange story, with a human mystery at its core. An unknown gentleman appears in the life of a woman, a widow with two...
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Jun.17.2010
Who May Never Have Anything More Important Than Writing in Your Life & Who May Never Find "Success". I could have written a letter to my favorite published writers, the ones who made me want to write & keep writing: J.D. Salinger, Flannery O'Connor, Dylan Thomas, Nathanael West,...
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Jun.16.2010
Today at 2:10 P.M., EST, Planet Earth split in two at the equator, causing alarm and widespread problems throughout the area. Officials of governments worldwide expressed reassurance that the crisis would find a quick solution and urged the population of the planet to remain calm and go about their...
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Jun.11.2010
about growing older. Learning to love imperfection. Not easy to do, especially for a perfectionist, and what writer is not a perfectionist? Still, learning to love imperfection is a lot easier than pursuing perfection in myself & others as I did when I was younger, and causing acute...
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May.27.2010
I have no personal acquaintanceship with luck myself. However, I know an old fellow whose middle name is “Lucky,” Elmer Fontaine, 91, from the Blue Woods up in the Pertelote Region. I thought I’d ask him about it. I found Elmer on his rickety porch swing, popping fleas on his snoring hounddog...
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May.25.2010
That's a quote from Agnes Martin, a remarkable woman & painter I had never heard of before watching a documentary on Sundance called: Agnes Martin: With My Back to the World. I recommend it with all my heart if you have a chance to see it & if you have any connection to art & matters...
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May.19.2010
SWA: Now, the book Mixed Animal takes place in a village called Hmmm. Where is Hmmm located exactly? RM: In the book.  SWA: I mean, Is there an actual place in the world you were thinking of when you wrote about Hmmm? RM: Oh. I was thinking of a combination of both Alaska, the Cape ofGood Hope...
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May.17.2010
(Part 1 somewhere around here, Part 3 coming soon) SWA: Feel better? RM: Yes, thank you. It's almost as if French fries were made for hunger. SWA: You have a smush of ketchup on your nose there. RM: (discreetly wipes nose with tablecloth) SWA: What would you compare your book Mixed Animal to?...
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May.13.2010
Which is what I did, in  The Flagpole-Sitter of Western Avenue. For the bulk of the novel this fellow Joe Magellan is living on a 10X10 redwood platform at the top of a sixty-foot flagpole. He's trying to set a world record for his own peculiar obsessive reasons. I originally had it in...
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May.12.2010
The following is a conversation I overheard and, unbeknownst to the participants (an apparent science teacher, and his apparent student), recorded, in a bar. An aside: I do not drink, and was only seeking relief from a heat wave. I had just been recording city bird songs for a project, and that's...
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May.08.2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/07/science/07neanderthal.html I have added CAPS to that first sentence from the New York Times article entitled: "Signs of Neanderthals Mating With Humans." As you may know, years ago I dreamed of a Neanderthal matingwith a human. I did not dream of an...
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Apr.21.2010
a thing it is will make me want to fly over the world looking for people to save from all the things. You might think I would be wiser by now. A look comes, a word doesn't. How big a world it is and how little a thing it is will make me want to never leave the house. A letter comes, a phone...
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Apr.10.2010
We drove clear down through Gnosis Canyon, beautifically desolate, and up and out into a Van Gogh realm of loomful sky and rolling lemon hills, interspreckled by a village now in then of haystacks, mudholes, cows, buckets, donkeys, chimneys, cropfields, shadows, huts, wells, lots of winsome...
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Mar.30.2010
The older I get the less I get emotional about things that used to work me up. Politics, writing theory, sports, right & wrong,even old God. I don't know if it's a matter of diminishing energy, or not caring enough to want to argue, or just what happens when you get on. It doesn't feel bad...
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Mar.27.2010
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Even with Clover’s legal bills & new car, we’re richer coming out than going in, but am I wiser? Spiritualler? A better man? A bigger idiot than ever? The American people deserve to know if their flagpole-sitter is an idiot. Who but an idiot would declare that he’s not an idiot? Was...
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