Tiah Beautement's Blog, page 113
September 3, 2012
Musing
The Great Agony and Pure Laughter of the Gods, by Jamala Safari - The story hung in the air, coming back like a hiccup. - - The uniforms these boys wore swallowed their spirits as well as their bodies; they were slaves to a uniform they would never be able to take off - - Sleep still would not land in his eyes. - - The girls tood in shock with her mouth wide open, still holding the bottle in her hand, as the two boys ran away at top speed. -
September 2, 2012
New talent
Short Story Day Africa's 2nd and 3rd place winners for Under 12s and one of the lucky draw winnters. I had the privlage of having all three of these young women attending my writer workshops back in June. So proud of these kids.
August 31, 2012
The one may be healthier
But that hasn't stopped me from missing the fuel of a real writer.
August 29, 2012
On music
All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. - Sonny's Blues, James Baldwin
August 28, 2012
On the nightstand
Divisadero by Michael Ondaatje - For I have taken myself away from who I was with them, and what I used to be. - - She was following a path of gorse. . . - - Otherwise his mind was this scrubbed table that could barely remember holding cups, or plates, or slices of bread, or a girl's tired head. - - They are a strange breed, clockmakers, some surly and insensitive to all save the machine about to whir into life, some uncertain as poets about their gift. -
August 27, 2012
Resurrected
The first short story I ever had published has been made available again by the original publishers. Gas Station Growing Pains A BMW sports car with California license plates rolls off the 101. A middle-aged man in slacks and a collared sports shirt steps out and is instantly greeted by the Southern Oregon Coast's gusty wind. He slips on flashy shades and begins reaching for the gas pump. "Sorry," I interject, "you'll have to let me do that." He raises an eyebrow. "Welcome to Oregon," I say with a smile as I lift the pump. Then I give a backward...
On dogs & books
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. - Groucho Marx
August 26, 2012
Sammy Snake By Thing 1 Beautement at age 6
Almost 2 years ago, I was given a little book, made of folded paper and crayoned till the pages were a sunny yellow. Sammy Snake Sammy Snake went to Blasters. Sammy Snake went down the teop and out the other sid[e]. Sammy Snake went to the castle. Kicking King fownd Sammy Snake in the castle[.] Kicking King was hapee. The End.
Spring is in the air
Change is in the air. The daffodils and lilies have poked their heads out and bloomed, the birds are building nests and I haven’t had to drive the kids to school with my headlights on for over a week. I’ve been thinking about other changes, too. I started this blog because somebody told me to, not because I wanted to. That was probably not wise. They said it was good to have a ‘public face’ and would help with marketing. I’m not too sure that is true. Kind of always looked at this blog as the anti-marketing. It is full...
