In latea writer friend was sharing her experiences of having months of uninterrupted writing time at her residencies at the Millay Colony, Ragdale, and Yaddo. I was staggered by her impressive rates of acceptance.
This is the rest. A few trials proved my bio counterproductive.
I was seated on stage as guest of honour behind Buckminster Fuller when he spoke here to a packed house of Bucky graduated from Harvard, I did not graduate from high school; culture clash makes me poison ivy in academe.
Neither does my track record sell a character drama. My first expulsion ended my public schooling. My photographic memory wrote exams without error.
I refused to be treated as a child. I was there to learn, not to be taught; pedagogues do not know the difference. My employer started training me to supervise the largest construction projects in the country; with little schooling, my employer led the local industry.
I was expelled a second time for an assigned term essay telling Why Kids Quit School. I told it like it is. My opera was mature; my school teachers were not. My e-trilogy is an action crime mystery with song and dance scenes, an almost paranormal character drama in a tragicomedic road show about naive fish out of water.
It is soap opera for the thinking woman. The market returned its verdict on my essay, my opera, my best-seller, and my first novel went viral briefly. You question that a man can create female characters. And women write men skin thin.
My main protag is a singleton raised as a son by her General Dad in an overprivileged home; I do not expect many readers to know such an unusual character better than me, so I have a wide margin for error.
I speak through the third character whom no reader will believe. Fledgling story tellers are told to know everything about their characters. Detail is not character; motive creates character. Complex motives create complex characters. Circumstance creates motive; complex circumstance creates complex motives.
A story is about somebody who wants something; ET wants to go home.About Chris Robley.
Chris Robley has written posts in this blog. Chris Robley is an award-winning poet, songwriter, performer, and music producer who now lives in Portland, Maine after more than a decade in Portland, Oregon.
His music has been praised by NPR, the LA Times, the Boston Globe, and others. In school, Johnson was an awkward, talkative youth who was elected president of his 11th-grade class. He graduated in from Johnson City High School, where he participated in public speaking, debate, and baseball.
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In school, Johnson was an awkward, talkative youth who was elected president of his 11th-grade class. He graduated in from Johnson City High School, where he participated in public speaking, debate, and baseball.
At age 15, Johnson was the youngest member of his class. By Lt Daniel Furseth. Today, I stopped caring about my fellow man. I stopped caring about my community, my neighbors, and those I serve.
I stopped caring today because a once noble profession has become despised, hated, distrusted, and mostly unwanted.
The Heirloom Daffodil Orchard at England’s Felley Priory. Featured on the cover of Gardens Illustrated, Felley Priory’s Daffodil Orchard is the “crowning glory” of its “renowned gardens” – and filled with nothing but heirlooms.. The Priory has been in the Chaworth-Musters family since , but most of the daffodils were planted in the s.