Go to: http://thisboringdiscomfort.tumblr.com/post/109265704269/on-february-24-discomfort-by-evelyn-hampton-will
From the site: “On February 24, Discomfort by Evelyn Hampton will be released. On March 2, This Boring Apocalypse by Brandi Wells will be released. In the near future, these books have already been printed. They are in the world. They are riding subways, they are wandering streets. Find these ghosts from the future, capture an image of them, and send the image to us. You’ll be entered in a drawing to win a copy of each book. Four names will be drawn. You may enter once.
Images will be posted on this site as we get them.
The contest is open from February 1 – 20. We’ll announce the four randomly chosen winners here on February 23rd. Winners will also be notified by email.
Send a picture of the ghost from the future of Discomfort and/or This Boring Apocalypse by February 20 to: firstname.lastname@example.org”
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Five Qs with Tina Cane
Writing has a rap for being an exercise in the art of isolation, but historically, many influential writers belonged to tight communities of trusted friends who offered feedback, encouragement, and camaraderie. After all, writing communicates; it exists in conversation with its past and present context.
Instead of being apart from, be a part of. Frequency exists for you. What would you like it to do?
“The wise man knows himself to be a fool,” Shakespeare (the fool).
In an article William Leith in 1991, DeLillo said, “I write to find out how much I know,” he said. “The act of writing for me is a concentrated form of thought. If I don’t enter that particular level of concentration, the chances are that certain ideas never reach any level of fruition.”
There are many ways within you, some carpeted with bright electric light, some slippery as stones strung through a pond. How very brave that you should venture forth despite reflections, murky and florescent; to uncover what you know.
Joan Didion: “I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind?”
Check this out too: http://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/19/science/researching-the-brain-of-writers.html?_r=0
But writing hurts! Why are positive things painful? Struggle uncomfortable? Because change requires effort, which is energy expended and evolutionarily speaking, the conservation of energy has survival benefits, and so sloth is rewarded? Don’t be a sloth. Your brain needs you. Get on that mental hamster wheel called writing, and churn till you burn.
Even the discarded bits of life can be distracting. Don’t let anything occupy those precious moments carved out for writing.
Obligations and people demand time. If they love you, they will understand. “‘It is only half an hour’—‘it is only an afternoon’—‘it is only an evening’—people say to me over and over again—but they don’t know that it is impossible to command oneself sometimes to any stipulated and set disposal of five minutes—or that the mere consciousness of an engagement will sometimes worry a whole day. These are the penalties paid for writing books. Whoever is devoted to an Art must be content to deliver himself wholly up to it, and find his recompense in it. I am grieved if you suspect me of not wanting to see you, but I can’t help it.” —Charles Dickens (writing to Maria Beadnell Winter, a childhood sweetheart, who wished to make an appointment with him)