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Each day I lay out, in my prayer LazyBoy, while facing North by Northwest, and recite in mantra sing-song, the lines from the reruns of John De Stuart.... may he rest in retirement!

Writing can get “workshopped to death,” Mr. Shivani says. He also points out that criticism is coming primarily from peers who “are people who don’t know anything about writing, which is why they are in the program.”

LOL!

Interesting article. I'm indirectly involved with accreditation of courses at a university and it is sometimes a complex and harrowing adventure for the creators. For some courses to succeeded, the planets must be in perfect alignment in the academic, fiscal and bureaucratic universes.

SO many M.F.A. programs abound, on line and of-the-real flesh. If tNBW offered a holographic M.F.A., the work-shopped approach would be unique and less suicidal for the timid; novel-novices with those best-seller dreams and schemes fermenting and bubbling-over in their ambitious juggernautia (new word?, lol).

A Skype'd M.B.A.? ... sounds almost Dickensian or Orwellian or Memphis Traceian, eh?

I like the idea of the  "low-intensity " program that meets in Paris for a week to get the show off to a grand (Hemingwayesque ?) start. Paris in the spring: romance, faahionistias runaway adventures and deep discussions about Proust or Zola and for the really adventurous, Charlie Hebdo... Ah, the writing life.... and death!

Perhaps participants in tNBW M.B.A. could meet in NYC with Paul Auster as the teacher. I'd pay-up for that gig.

Hey Sol,
Finally, I get back to writing, exploring possibilities here and using this site and I realize how powerful this application is. I've used most of the writing sites on the web and I think you now have the best one for motivated, mature, adult writers.

Thanks! max

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Celine broke all the rules, created a ebb and flow of his own making that gained him fame (but not fortune). After reading his most famous work ( Journey to the End of the Night (Voyage au bout de la nuit, 1932)), I realized that all rules can and should be broken when a passionate idea must be expressed. And, I think it helps if the author is on the verge of insanity.

If the rules of classical music forms (most just ditties/songs strung together to get the influential folks to start dancing) had not been broken, we'd be lacking jazz and most other forms of modern, art and progressive music.

I'm working up an outline for, IVANHOE MEETS GODZILLA, and Rhetorical Rules definitely do not apply as all logic must be tossed and the reader's assumption suspended... poor Rebecca!

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Here it is (with a commercial from 2015)!
See the gases? I'd scoop them up with 4017 A.D. tech, like a distillery on a mega-monster level and then reduce the gases to the metals, light metals, etc. then you also have some great poisonous gases for your story.

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I can also most hear and see tiny people in the bus... screaming for their lives and then dissolving tragically with the tiny truck!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!

although, a skillful, brilliant writer/artist/musician /filmmaker should be able to generate irrational exuberance at the visceral level and at the intellectual level, for the full spectrum of intellects, and in many different ways when having to compete for readers and a paycheck.

the point i m trying to make on this thread is that tNBW is not the be-all, end-all to the writing game... we are all on tNBW to qualify for future races, to lesrn the race course, not be in a race here ... although we are all partaking of a faux-race that  is important in many different ways.

there are a lot of bright tomorrows for the lucky writers amongst us who look good, present good and read good... lol!.

But sweetheart and great poet lady, from your bio pic/painting I'm intrigued enough to wonder and feel fascination at the depth of being that is you, at the person (or persons) inside you that pickled that beautiful painting that represents you.

A blank slate bio pick, a monotone outline that looks like a ghost's mug shot, tells me absolutely nothing about the writer. And, any bit of information about a person may bring the mind meld and meshing moment  of being and nothingness closer to the reading edge we all cautiously walk upon, as time is always fleeting and of the essence.

good-o dags! New site , new tools. And, I'm always Up for a quickie.

Nevertheless, the road to writing recognition eventually requires a biography because the readers want to know about an author before they buy into them. I NEVER buy any book on the Amazon (or  the Arno, lol) if the writer is not a member of Yale's SKULL & CROSSBONES SOCIETY.

I've decided to call my disease MS, since no one on Earth seems to have heard of CIDP. I've investigated Dr. Burt in Chicago for HSCT, but, egad, I'm turning 65 in June and can't enter his clinical trial... and I was really looking forward to a CURE. So, I now go for IvIgG infusions as a regular thing (and forever) and I'll deal with this insidious, progressive and pure-shit of a disease as it ravages me.... over and over in relapse and remission until neuroboy hits the bull's eye on the prescription IgG dart board of luck and chance.

In 2011, I had Guillian-Barre Syndrome symptoms (it is a long story) and with it, somehow, came blurry vision in the form of progressive cataracts, plus a dozen other bizarre afflictions and therefore the abrupt end to writing and reading.

Now, in fact this week, I get my second eye operated on and I expect to once again have 20/30 vision in both eyes... and surprise of surprises, no more wearing spectacles... forever.

Or, so they say. This coming summer I will then have two fully functioning eyes again and I will then work on my third eye of thinking and writing and revenge and vengeance and peace and love to crank up the max keanu writing machine.

Recently, I started writing with my one rejuvenated and reanimated eye and it is pure pleasure to plot and scheme and write and dwell in the moody and perverse characteristics that are the characters of my character.

Chronic disease is a life sentence of hell, as you know, but I can no longer deny it and must dig up the strength to transcend it.

Please tell me what you do for pain. I'm seeing specialist for pain next week, a Dr. Englebert Strangelove. He has an eye patch, a wooden leg and a hook on his hand, so I figure he must really know pain.

You and I have that motor-neuron bond, and it is a demanding bond of love and friendship and caring... forever. max