Listen For Your Voice And What Do You Hear?

I don’t know that I could identify my own voice, and I’m trying to ascertain the value in picking apart those things that identify my so-called voice. What characteristics go in there? (Profanity, I guess. Or, excuse me: profanity, motherfuckers.) On the one hand, I think it’d be interesting to pull it apart, see what elements comprise one’s voice for good or for ill. Maybe even allow some course correct.

What Writers Can Learn From Watching Inception

What I do know is that Inception has a lot to teach writers and storytellers. I don’t mean that the way the film was written or made has lessons, though that’s likely true — no, what I mean to suggest is that the nature of Inception’s story, and in particular the rules about dreams and dream architecture, can help inform the way you tell stories.

And Now, A Dollop Of Poetry Atop Your Blog Sundae

Get on down in the comments. Things I’d love to hear from you, if you’re willing to share: favorite poems? Favorite poets? Poems you dislike? Forms you love, forms you don’t? Further, poetry is one of those forms you can find free on the Internet and in apps — for instance, the Poetry Foundation’s “Poetry Tool” (pretty cool, check it) also has a free iPhone app.

Tonight, These Three Things Happened

We went to Indian food.

Then we went to get Rita’s Water Ice.

This is when the eventful portion of the night began.

(Part One, Part Two, and Part Three await.)

Painting With Shotguns XLV

Been a while since I slapped you in the mouth with a hot tasty recipe, right? Right. Thus, it’s time. Except this recipe ain’t hot in the temperature sense. It’s cool. Chill. But it’s hot like sexy. It’s hot like fishnet stockings. It’s hot like that scene in Ghost with the wheel of clay. Yeah. Nnnggh. Swoon.