Laurie Perez's Blog, page 5
April 8, 2016
inky bar napkins
Notes – sitting at the bar at Ocotillo Phoenix
The cocktail napkins on the bar were a discouraging, stylish black. Pen in hand, I asked the bartender if he could scrounge up a scrap of paper, something more inviting to the ink. He didn’t jive – smiled and offered nothing. I sat a while contemplating skin – wouldn’t be the first time I’ve made fast notes on a forearm – but knew there was a tide coming in, needing serious shore. It took a few minutes to remember: the restroom was well-stocked in neatly folded, off-white towelettes – perfect texture for a ballpoint to roll over.
Need addressed. Resources at the ready.
Prolific tangents called ink out into open air while the ice melted in a disappearing pour of good tequila. It feels good to be in the process, driven to turn thoughts into words, words into scenes, scenes into worlds.
Nod if you’ve been there. When the muse says, “Work,” you say, “Yes.”
March 25, 2016
gem, unlimited
A new bedtime tradition is taking over — it involves me improvising tales of Princess BooBoo who lives in a Bandaid box and has the most varied, spontaneous adventures. My 5-yr-old daughter, Sachi gets so tickled as I make the stories up, she demands more and wants a new one every night. Nothing written – this is strictly an oral tradition. What I love is the momentum of the story being summoned through me by her eagerness to receive it.
This is why writers need readers!
The very first reader of a book is the author herself – on behalf of the many, she opens into that state of eager innocence and from there the story begins its telling. Of all the gifts Princess BooBoo has been delivering, this pure delight in creative process is the gem for me.
March 19, 2016
shiny goodness
Reviews have started coming in!
amazon.com/LOOK-Amie-Martine-1/dp/1523664339/
:
Humbled. Delighted. So very Glad.
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February 28, 2016
expansion is perpetual
Flaws, physics, mystics and lots of chilled Reyka converge in an anti-healer’s twisted path of self-discovery. Get The LOOK on amazon.
Once broken open
don’t endeavor to crawl back in.
Expand, raw and unscripted,
decisive and blurry in clear purpose.
Love the rise, your presence becoming.
Nothing has a hold on you, this I promise.
Supernova – quiet dream unchained – heart
awakened: let’s be stars to each other!
Where light dims, shine simply
because you remember now
what it’s like
to be
worthy.
February 13, 2016
predawn magic carpet: how it begins
Two years later… I’m reflecting on how it all came to be. The LOOK of Amie Martine is now a perfect-bound, cream-paper reality. So satisfying to hold the book in my hands – to feel the weight of it mixing with the levity in my heart.
:
http://www.amazon.com/LOOK-Amie-Martine-1/dp/1523664339/
Wake up in the predawn dark, allergies in bloom. Sneezing, nose running, crazy need to pee — first thing I do when I get out of bed is:
type! Because I woke with a whole conversation in my head and I’ve got to get it down before time’s up. Before my little girl and the sunrise traffic, overflowing bladder, cascading sinuses and lifelong enslavement to hot cups of coffee – before all of these and more converge on my focus to steal the words out from under me (for surely I am riding them like a magic carpet over concrete reality into the wilds of pure discovery – and I must not fall before we get there).
In the beginning of this process, I needed an alarm clock and a mental crane to lift me from the pillow. Now the characters wake me up routinely, unapologetically, with less mercy and…
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February 12, 2016
a short list
A short list of things I’ve outgrown the need for evidence to support:
Love
Proof is in the pulsing of my heart.
This is not a foolish statement.
Your love for me is inside my love for you. Needing proof of it is like needing proof that I myself exist. If someday it turns out I don’t (by some unimaginable standard) actually exist, then and only then can you speak to me of the need to rationalize Love.
Let’s be stars to each other. -Joybroker
Read my new novel, released like a valentine this month… The LOOK unravels life, love and the mysterious, precarious, perilous truths funding our existence: It’s here!
www.amazon.com/LOOK-Amie-Martine-1/dp/1523664339/
October 28, 2015
senseless cents no more: cheers for writers on the rise
Paying writers by the word is equivalent to
Architects by the bolt
Chefs by the ounce of ingredient
Haircutters by the snip
Directors by the frame
Musicians by the note
Night skies by the stars you can see with the naked eye….
Mark Twain was right (you know the quote).
Writing less requires real art, talent, expertise and more time than most realize.
Enough w/this 6-¢/word business!
Writers: be rich. Now or never.
Preferably: now.
