…is to write is to write. ~ Gertrude Stein
Two years ago, the author, a long-time paper-purchaser and occasional writer of parodies, poems, stories, book reviews, essays, and scholarly articles, decided to morph into a novelist.
She is still morphing.
One night, while not writing what she was supposed to be writing, she ran across Gertrude Stein's definition of writing. It seemed a perfect title for a blog about writing, so the next morning, she set this one up.
(Her other blog, intended to be eclectic, has become, at least at times, catcentric.)
to write is to write is to write explores what happens before, during, and after "the daily miracle"* that Stein said comes to all writers.
And if a cat strays in from time to time, so be it.
* For the complete quotation, see About Kathy, where the author refrains from referring to herself in third person.
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