Category Archives: what would water do (a novel)

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self-reflection

I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it.  Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned.   My writing (at

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self-reflection

I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it.  Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned.   My writing (at

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happy ending (last, last part of last chapter)

(static eye screen a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr) * It wasn’t until ten years after we broke up that I finally understood what an asshole my first boyfriend was. Dancing is fun. Why don’t I dance? I used

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happy ending (last, last part of last chapter)

(static eye screen a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr) * It wasn’t until ten years after we broke up that I finally understood what an asshole my first boyfriend was. Dancing is fun. Why don’t I dance? I used

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shut the door (chapter 31, part 3)

the golden curtain a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr. “Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”–Truman Capote That sums it up.  Thanks, Truman.   * Drew pulled up Mae’s

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shut the door (chapter 31, part 3)

the golden curtain a video by B.S. Wise on Flickr. “Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.”–Truman Capote That sums it up.  Thanks, Truman.   * Drew pulled up Mae’s

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role-play (chapter 31, part 2)

I wish I were an actor.  I think it might make me a better writer.  I’d role-play my characters to get to know them better.  I’d understand them viscerally, from the inside.   My story is about a writer who

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role-play (chapter 31, part 2)

I wish I were an actor.  I think it might make me a better writer.  I’d role-play my characters to get to know them better.  I’d understand them viscerally, from the inside.   My story is about a writer who

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disintegration (chapter 31, part 1)

Here it is, the first part of the last chapter of my novel, What Would Water Do.  After this chapter, it’s done, I’m done, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.  A mixture of amazement, sadness, and boredom,

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disintegration (chapter 31, part 1)

Here it is, the first part of the last chapter of my novel, What Would Water Do.  After this chapter, it’s done, I’m done, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.  A mixture of amazement, sadness, and boredom,

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the after party

This is me, writing:   Aha!  Hunched over, fingers flying ticticaticatic over the keys, it’s hot in here and I’m on fire, sizzling, the epitome of a supercharged poet, burning literary rubber, Kerouac’s got nothing on me, and the words

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the after party

This is me, writing:   Aha!  Hunched over, fingers flying ticticaticatic over the keys, it’s hot in here and I’m on fire, sizzling, the epitome of a supercharged poet, burning literary rubber, Kerouac’s got nothing on me, and the words

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crying in movies (chapter 29, part 4)

After everyone has left the theater, Drew stumbles to the restroom.  From her clutch, she takes out a photograph taken on her tenth birthday.  Of all the birthdays, Drew remembers her tenth most vividly because of this picture and because

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crying in movies (chapter 29, part 4)

After everyone has left the theater, Drew stumbles to the restroom.  From her clutch, she takes out a photograph taken on her tenth birthday.  Of all the birthdays, Drew remembers her tenth most vividly because of this picture and because

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unrecognizable (chapter 29, part 3)

If there was a lineup of body parts, could you pick your own ear out of the crowd?  Is that really your voice on that recording?  During an argument, did your lover swear you said something you didn’t?  Did you

the crowd

unrecognizable (chapter 29, part 3)

If there was a lineup of body parts, could you pick your own ear out of the crowd?  Is that really your voice on that recording?  During an argument, did your lover swear you said something you didn’t?  Did you

audience

the stanchion (chapter 29, part 2)

I invented The Girl in the Hat and started this blog because not only was I not published, I also couldn’t persuade an agent to take me on.   I wrote What Would Water Do after my first novel, Nothing

audience

the stanchion (chapter 29, part 2)

I invented The Girl in the Hat and started this blog because not only was I not published, I also couldn’t persuade an agent to take me on.   I wrote What Would Water Do after my first novel, Nothing

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pool of sweat (chapter 29, part 1)

  A mental list of Drew’s symptoms, in case they rush her to the emergency room: dizziness, lack of oxygen, cold sweat, nausea, and a trembling numbness in her hands and legs, but she’ll have to write it down because

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pool of sweat (chapter 29, part 1)

  A mental list of Drew’s symptoms, in case they rush her to the emergency room: dizziness, lack of oxygen, cold sweat, nausea, and a trembling numbness in her hands and legs, but she’ll have to write it down because

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there’s a leak somewhere (chapter 28)

For those who have not been following along, this is chapter 28 of my novel, What Would Water Do, which was inspired by the birth of my second daughter and Kate Chopin’s Awakening, a story about a woman torn between

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there’s a leak somewhere (chapter 28)

For those who have not been following along, this is chapter 28 of my novel, What Would Water Do, which was inspired by the birth of my second daughter and Kate Chopin’s Awakening, a story about a woman torn between

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more than enough (chapter 27, part 2)

I must confess, I have stolen many things in my lifetime: mostly books or little things I thought no one would notice, sometimes because I really wanted the object but other times because I wanted to keep a little bit

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more than enough (chapter 27, part 2)

I must confess, I have stolen many things in my lifetime: mostly books or little things I thought no one would notice, sometimes because I really wanted the object but other times because I wanted to keep a little bit

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he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

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he needs me (chapter 27, part 1)

It was Isabelle’s turn in writing group this week.  She brought the final scene of her epic Greek erotic adventure in which all the characters come together for a final glorious orgy in the underworld, the penultimate happy ending.  But

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yes (chapter 26, part 2)

When Lang opens the bedroom door, Eleanor is asleep with a smile on her face.    Eleanor’s face with a man and a smile.   Lang stands there gripping the doorknob, registering the small details that construct a larger impression: 

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yes (chapter 26, part 2)

When Lang opens the bedroom door, Eleanor is asleep with a smile on her face.    Eleanor’s face with a man and a smile.   Lang stands there gripping the doorknob, registering the small details that construct a larger impression: 

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hide and seek (chapter 26, part 1)

* It was the quietest part of the night, when even the insects had succumbed to silence.  The long black silk robe Eleanor wore brushed each step as she descended the grand curving staircase toward the front door.  Robin watched

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hide and seek (chapter 26, part 1)

* It was the quietest part of the night, when even the insects had succumbed to silence.  The long black silk robe Eleanor wore brushed each step as she descended the grand curving staircase toward the front door.  Robin watched

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one is the oneliest number (chapter 25, part 2)

… Lang makes notes to draw this out for a few more moments in order to fully underscore their physical and psychological distance.  The music bridges over to the next montage that begins with Edna sitting on the patio in

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one is the oneliest number (chapter 25, part 2)

… Lang makes notes to draw this out for a few more moments in order to fully underscore their physical and psychological distance.  The music bridges over to the next montage that begins with Edna sitting on the patio in