February 2012
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January 2012
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Status Quo
We’re stuck in a tape loop of square-format photos, blurbs, and tracks. Feeling self-conscious and sorry. I’m funneling my creativity in another direction—a new story—and that inevitably means my fuel tank is spoken for long before I get to this space. It’s just a phase, moon tide stuff.
I mean to get my digital camera out soon and start taking more pictures, but I’ve...
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Mailbag
enigmaindisguise asked: I am a writer myself, only not in the same caliber as you. What I’m asking is this, when you write, your ideas, do they just bounce around in your head relentlessly until you get them down on paper (or on a keyboard)? Or do you plot things out first. I must say, I’m a bouncing idea person myself, but I was wondering if any real writers were the same way.
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Matthew Allard
writeplacewritetime:
This is my writing/creative space. It’s a small lofted area above my living room. If this were MTV’s Cribs I would usher you up and grandly state, “This is where the magic happens!”
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A fun blog called Write Place, Write Time asks writers to share where they do their work. If you’ve followed me for awhile, it’s likely you’ve already seen way...
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Shut In/Out
Martin ran a hot bath in the old tub. The pipes groaned. As the basin filled, he stood in the gathering water. For the first time in a long time he thought of calling Penny. Penny with her wild blonde hair. Penny with the booming stadium laugh. Penny who held doors for men and stayed up late fiddling with a collection of plastic toy cameras, pointing them at Orion and the moon, hoping for a...
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I hope you see that this is not an essay about holding on to your dreams or the importance of dusting yourself off every time you get knocked down. You’ll do that anyway. We all do. We’re not so easily defeated or felled. We have extraordinary pain thresholds, remarkable degrees of fortitude and endurance. What I am conveying is this: if you don’t remember to take full responsibility for...
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In honor of the new year, I’m cleaning out a few lingering ASK questions. Then we’ll start fresh. I try my best to get around to all questions at some point—in private or public—so please feel free to send a message.
Anonymous asked: Your Instagram pictures are always of the most beautiful places in Cali. How do you end up in these houses/areas?! I live in Michigan, and although it...
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2011+
I don’t have any reflections. No mirror to hold up on the past. Not that I want to share. Not yet. Everything is film in the tub, in the solution, wet and just coming into focus. I hang it all on a line to dry, to become what it may. That’s all.
Dear Future-Me,
Be happy. Help others to find happiness, too. Try to let go and enjoy the moment.
Love, Present-You
December 2011
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My status in the chat module was set to invisible, and I thought how nice that might actually be, in reality, just for a little while—to be not here, not seen, something of which nothing was asked.
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Other Planets
“We could be catastrophic,” Leonard once wrote on the tiny magnetic chalkboard that hung from the refrigerator door. It was a song lyric. The stick of white chalk crumbled in his fist as he wrote it. “That’s how much I love you.”
The night before, he had gotten home late. Too late. He’d played video games with Martin and Clifford after work. He’d lost track of time. The three men, each rapidly...
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Rejection #1
Dear Matthew Allard, Thank you for sending us “Nothing To Do With It.” This story isn’t going to work for [Redacted] but we appreciate your thinking of us and wish you the best of luck in placing it elsewhere. Sincerely, The Editors [Redacted]
That’s life.
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