Here is my column out today in case you spilled your cheerios on your morning paper.
Tea for Two: Thelma Barlow: Just made do with what I had SeacoastOnline.com . Am still seeking recipes of long standing from this general area (Seacoast New Hampshire/ southern Maine) for a book project. Please let me know if you have one you think should be included. What dishes do you consider traditional eats for the area? What do you serve to out of town guests? Maybe most telling, what do you most miss the taste of when you are away?
I am also looking into Scribd and am considering publishing some writing there. My techno-savvy, but overly-cynical son, insists that it is a bad idea. I think it might be necessary as it is one of the places where publishers go trolling. Would like to know if anyone has had any experiences with it, or similar sites, positive or negative.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Attended Writer's Night Out last night, a social gathering of people in my region, trying to make their way as writers. While sitting with a small group of women of varying ages the topic of discussion turned to respect. Sadly, only one of the four women felt that the most significant people in her life really respects what she is doing for a living. Often the work was only considered worthwhile if it earned money. Some of the significant others come right out and make their lack of respect clear, and others show it in a more covert, but not much less hurtful, ways. Each of us felt that we have experienced a lack of interest in our work, and a lack of support in getting our work done, that we couldn't imagine would ever be the way we would treat a partner who had goals along any type of similar vein. We talked about how it felt that most other types of female artists we know; painters, photographers, actresses, etc., seem to get more support than us. And one writer pointed out that many of the most accomplished writers she could think of had a partner in their lives who totally believed in them and encouraged them to become all they can be. I've been thinking a lot about that. Thinking about Donald Hall and his loving support of Jane Kenyon as just one example. There are few things in life as painful, I think, as having that which is most central to who you are being dismissed as insignificant, or worse yet, as a waste of time and energy, by the person who is most central to you. Sometimes it is even a deal breaker requiring that a new ending be written.