http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog Life of a Writer Sat, 19 Jun 2010 21:07:11 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en So, I am writing. Here sit, pen in hand. No, really, I’m using a pen. I had a moment at the store yesterday & I finally bought the tablet I’ve been ogling for close to a year now. Sure, it seems to have increased my productivity in the past ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=459 What on earth am I doing here? There is no theme and no particular goal in this blog and I know that I need one. I have a book of poetic forms. It's called "An Exaltation of Forms." It is nothing so famous as “Mastering the Art of French ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=457 I've been looking for an affordable wireless desktop set that would allow me to work from my comfy chair, and in the process I discovered the Bamboo Pen & Touch, made by Wacom. I haven't bought one yet, but only because I haven't seen a wireless version. The ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=454 Wow. In the transcription project, I just did a bunch of old poems from my teenage years. Crap. Crap. CRAP. Crap. And then this one with a little bit of potential that I wrote when my crush/girlfriend/"it's complicated" started dating my brother. I may ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=452 OK. I think I'm done with this stack of old people and even one old short story. It seems that I type faster that I think I do, but it was still D-U-double-L, boring. Of course, it doesn't help that I added the side project "Finish tagging ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=431 ...Eloquent outbursts against character Salve the blisters around him but Only take the edge off Before the blind hot id blasts away superego In pelvic-shaking, beard-scratching Air-groping breast obsession... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=376 ...It was born from a bad day and A good drug and it swears to me In a voice like bees in the blender It will die when I’m over them both. http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=374 ...Posters advertising bands I once cared about Peel themselves slowly from the stained walls Seeming to sag inward and downward I curl on the floor Cushioned by filthy ripped towels And shockingly white dishrags. The click-thud Of denim in the dryer lulls me away... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=369 ...This is a memory of my first love. She was sweet, and soft, and fiery red, and denied me thrice before dinner when her parents came home early... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=364 Today I'm going to start the transcription process for all of the poetry that has built up over the past 6 months in my office. For unknown reasons my poetic work happens in two very different way: at the computer in Word '03, or in pen/pencil on paper either ... http://www.rebekkahelliott.com/weblog/?p=362