Crawling Under the Porch

My most memorable Artist’s Date? I’m writing about it today at Ink-Stained wretches. It’s probably not what you think.

Ink-Stained Wretches

M. K. Waller

  • by M. K. Waller

Last week, Fran Paino described how family obligations can keep a writer from writing. My post describes an experience that happened several years ago. It’s similar to Fran’s–and at the same time, very different. 

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In her book The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameronintroduces the  Artist’s Date–a weekly solo “adventure to feed the soul and allow for continued creativity.” In other words, artists–including writers–need to play. At a writers’ retreat in Alpine, Texas, author Karleen Koen led students through a whole week of play. Returning home, I vowed to incorporate the Artist’s Date into my writing life.

It wouldn’t be difficult. Central Texas affords plenty of places to play: Longhorn Cavern State Park at Burnet, lavender fieldsin the Hill Country,  the Elizabet Ney Museum, the Umlauf Sculpture Garden, and the Japanese Garden at Zilker Park, in Austin are…

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Moseying Around Huntsville, Texas

  In Huntsville, Texas last weekend for the screening of David's short film "Blood Bank" at the Prison City Film Festival. More on that later. For now, a highlight of our Saturday afternoon mosey around town: the Museum of Texas Furniture. The museum was closed, but we got some shots of the metal sculptures behind … Continue reading Moseying Around Huntsville, Texas

Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In

  Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I hoped for you before — Put down your Hat — You must have walked — How out of Breath you are — Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me — I have so much to tell — I got your … Continue reading Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In