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Friday Night

Posted on August 27, 2010 by PB Rippey

Suddenly, we are going to watch a movie because suddenly my husband returned home from work this evening with the movie pictured left and “Casino Royale”, for which he is assigned to watch the beginning of for a certain vital … Continue reading →

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Distraction

Posted on August 25, 2010 by PB Rippey

I know all about distraction. Writers are always griping about it at conferences and on their writing blogs—about dusting behind headboards and vacuuming behind toilets and taking walks in heatwaves to buy lottery tickets and FBing, IMing, texting, checking email every 5 mintues, about gazing at People.com and clipping toenails and making popsicles and hanging out at Big Foot websites analyzing Big Foot photos and downloading bizarre Big Foot screams, instead of you-know-what. Continue reading →

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Big Foot cont.

Posted on August 24, 2010 by PB Rippey
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Seduced By Big Foot

Posted on August 23, 2010 by PB Rippey

A poetry evening as I prepare my BB submission, the deadline approaching faster than—that’s it, my brain just clicked off. It’s only 9:20p.m. I believe the MWO intensive (see previous post) made me more exhausted than when I left for the … Continue reading →

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Away Again

Posted on August 22, 2010 by PB Rippey

I returned from the Writer’s Retreat Intensive (see previous post) only to depart for another intensive involving many mothers away from their husbands and children for 2 days and 2 nights. During this intensive, I did not write. I did, however, … Continue reading →

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Writer’s Retreat Musings…

Posted on August 19, 2010 by PB Rippey

I. I reclined on a chaise longue on a Spanish-style patio (meaning wide, faux-adobe tile and iron and wood furniture), appreciating water chiming from the mouth of a stone lion—not a spooky, Lil’ Orphan Annie-eyed stone lion, but a handsome one—sun and … Continue reading →

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My Gift For Blab…

Posted on August 15, 2010 by PB Rippey

9:46 pm. I don’t have it! That gift of easy-going gab. And yet—when I read what I’ve written for Moth Radio’s handy recording-a-submission feature, I carry on for two days instead of the minute they require. Who am I?

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Past Blasting

Posted on August 13, 2010 by PB Rippey

10:10p.m. Finished typing in my Reagan piece for the Moth Radio submission and wrote the first paragraph of my Marriage piece for 2nd Moth Radio submission—not this marriage, but an earlier marriage, one so very, very early and bizarre I can … Continue reading →

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Not Writing, but…

Posted on August 13, 2010 by PB Rippey

Then: morning–brisk and blue, damp grass, cat paw prints on the pergo, budgie whistling at finches picking the white fly from the hibiscus monster outside the kitchen window, the boy enjoying his breakfast, sun, sun, sun. Last night my husband … Continue reading →

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Working

Posted on August 11, 2010 by PB Rippey

Translation: My last computer? Dell. The hard drive crashed I swear to the day of its 3 yr. warranty expiration Continue reading →

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PB’s Wonderful World of Writing

Posted on August 10, 2010 by PB Rippey

In addition to here: http://www.pbrippey.com and here: http://pbrippeyblogma.com, you can now find me here, right here, right where you are, reading with your suspicions and mistrust and well-guarded interest. Recline. Sip your stiff, p.m. dirty martini. Read the following: What in the … Continue reading →

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