Wednesday, October 7, 2009


OLIVE GREEN AND CRIMSON is a 5x7 pastel on PastelBord. Bidding begins at $100.

I sometimes have a burning desire to write, with no idea what to write about. That's how it is at 12:45 a.m. right now. I'd love to write something poignant. Or funny. Or even just interesting. But nothing comes to mind.

I have had a burning desire to write a children's book since I was a kid. I want to create another world to escape to. If it's ever to happen, it better happen soon. My mother was an English major (which probably explains why all of my siblings and I are grammar nazis). She and I used to toy with the idea of her writing a book, and me illustrating it. For her birthday one year, I gave her a suede notebook. I waited for months for her book to take form. One day she showed me the first sentence. I loved the first sentence and couldn't wait for the rest of the book. But mom was sick, and the story never got any further.

I want to write but have absolutely nothing to say. So I guess I'll go to bed. Maybe inspiration will come in a dream.

Pardon me for ending so many sentences with prepositions.


  1. I just read an article this week where the author (I haven't got the reference) says that English, being derived from Germanic roots, really doesn't have a rule against prepositions at the end of a sentence. News to me! That is a rule for (I believe she said) Latin languages.

    She also gave some nice examples where a "preposition" word at the end just makes better sense. Very interesting. Then she chides us for taking abuse from those who would complain about out "preposition" at the end of the sentence.

    BTW, this is a very well written post, Deborah.

  2. Hi Margaret
    I have been watching your postings for a few months now and truly enjoy your paintings. I haven't felt an urge to comment until today when you bared your soul about your desire to write. So, I'm here simply to say, I understand that feeling.

    I am a painter and have a similar urge to write. Sometimes my blog posts have more writing than painting!

    Perhaps you will find your muse in Elena.

    Vancouver, BC

  3. I count two danglers, Margaret. Big deal. What you said was beautiful.

    Your pastels' splashes of color and the words you dash ->off<- are part of a whole. They're both pieces of your light.

    I wouldn't worry.

  4. Hi Margaret,

    Like the poster above, I've been reading your blog for some time now although I never before commented. I had always wanted to write you to tell you how much I enjoy your writing style. In fact, I think you had me hooked the very first time I read your opening line "At a moment in 1970 when a model dropped her robe and stood naked in front of a class of wide-eyed eighteen year old art students, . . ."

    That line could be the perfect opening to a really great story. I could think of a dozen different directions to take that opening line. You have a natural ability to write. And what comes through in all your writings on this blog is a woman with a rich and colorful and interesting life. I could easily see you writing fiction or even a magazine or newspaper column on life or daily musings.

    You may not be aware of this, but your words do conjure up strong visuals for your readers. Whenever I re-read your opening line about yourself on this blog, or any of your other entries, I imagine the English actress Kristin Scott Thomas delivering those words for you in her crisp upper-crust British accent, but delivered tongue-in-cheek, not taking herself too seriously, almost in a wry bemused sort of way. I see you as her in your writings and I mean that as the highest compliment: charming, colorful, opinionated, a bit theatrical, worldly, benevolent, mother, daughter, godmother, and reigning queen.

    I look forward to reading more!

    Warmest regards,

  5. Diane, you have left me speechless.

    I'm going to have to reread what you wrote over and over again. Thank you.

  6. So how is that writing going? Did you inherit procrastination as well?

    Doesn't matter, your paintings make up for lack of writing work ethic.

  7. So how is that writing going? Did you inherit procrastination as well?

    Doesn't matter, your paintings make up for lack of writing work ethic.