so here i am ready to pick up and damned if i cant find a way to get back to next ch. without scrolling down from your latest posts to the next one but its worth it ha
I added to link at the top to Chapter 9--but at the end of every chapter, I've tried to place a link to the next. I'll check again, though--as I'm confused as to why you can't find the next chapter??? Oh well ...
Dr. Levent, what you say means so much as this chapter worried me some and I will be talking about that soon when I answer a question about the risks we writers take. So, you helped me today, perhaps more than you could know.
Beautiful piece. Love how you weave in the deceptive cadence. The musical metaphors remind me of a line in the Ray King episode of Sex in the City. "Play me like the bass". It's the only way she can connect with him.
Finally, finally I found space/time to read this series straight through. Marvellous. I find myself eying women on the street and gauging a) the length of their hair and b) attempting to correlate the measurement with an assessment of how things are going in their relationships. Sublimely happy? On a Tinder date? Ready to walk out after 15 years?
Brave, honest, funny, insightful writing - totally enjoying the movement between abstract/dreamlike/stream of consciousness, gritty visceral details, and bang-on metaphors. Keep the instalments coming!
Such a pleasure, Mary! And oooh, thank you for the shout-out! Sadly I only made it on to Office Hours for the first few minutes yesterday, and haven’t yet taken the time to catch up after the fact. But THANK YOU! 😘
Less disparately impressionistic than some previous installments, this now becomes deeply concentrated and verymoving. And the merged forms of playing: "A practiced touch to hold my center, to touch my string that lies on my soundboard, to raise my pitch." What a sentence, Mary!
everything was pushung up to this chapter and i will have re-read it less distracted refreshed before continuing...how can i be learning stuff ? 🤣😉
I'll be waiting.
ohhh shit scratch that last i just saw in tiny print how i can hit "next" im an idiot
so here i am ready to pick up and damned if i cant find a way to get back to next ch. without scrolling down from your latest posts to the next one but its worth it ha
I added to link at the top to Chapter 9--but at the end of every chapter, I've tried to place a link to the next. I'll check again, though--as I'm confused as to why you can't find the next chapter??? Oh well ...
yeah we cleared that im ADD🤪
“We were deaf, could see the sound, but had no dance.” ♥️🔥
Beautiful writing...
Dr. Levent, what you say means so much as this chapter worried me some and I will be talking about that soon when I answer a question about the risks we writers take. So, you helped me today, perhaps more than you could know.
That was absolutely stunning. 🙇♂️
Ben, that means so much to me as this chapter worried me some--and I will be talking about that worry when I answer a question about the risks we writers take here soon: https://marytabor.substack.com/p/write-it-and-this-writing-life
This was so great
Jeffrey, your comment means so much--and I see that you've been reading up to this point. Thank you and so glad we found each other.
Thank you for sharing your music. Not often done in our 'advanced' society. Primitives shared. We should.
Love your comments, Bill. You are a grand reader. xo ~ Mary
Beautiful piece. Love how you weave in the deceptive cadence. The musical metaphors remind me of a line in the Ray King episode of Sex in the City. "Play me like the bass". It's the only way she can connect with him.
A lovely comment that take us to TV (that unforgettable series) and back.
Finally, finally I found space/time to read this series straight through. Marvellous. I find myself eying women on the street and gauging a) the length of their hair and b) attempting to correlate the measurement with an assessment of how things are going in their relationships. Sublimely happy? On a Tinder date? Ready to walk out after 15 years?
Brave, honest, funny, insightful writing - totally enjoying the movement between abstract/dreamlike/stream of consciousness, gritty visceral details, and bang-on metaphors. Keep the instalments coming!
Just wow, Mary. So-real-you-can-touch-it musical, instrument-playing metaphor - glorious!
And this: "We were deaf, could see the sound, but had no dance." What a verdict in eleven words!
Made my day with this so on-point comment and so generous. Thank you., lovely. Gave you a shout-out on Office Hours yesterday!
Such a pleasure, Mary! And oooh, thank you for the shout-out! Sadly I only made it on to Office Hours for the first few minutes yesterday, and haven’t yet taken the time to catch up after the fact. But THANK YOU! 😘
Zooms in and out taking me on a emotional rollercoaster. Great post.
Means much that you say this. I thank you, truly, deeply.
Less disparately impressionistic than some previous installments, this now becomes deeply concentrated and verymoving. And the merged forms of playing: "A practiced touch to hold my center, to touch my string that lies on my soundboard, to raise my pitch." What a sentence, Mary!
What a comment, Jay!
Love these metaphors, Mary. So rich.
So kind, Josh. Thank you, my friend.