Tag: Robert Louis Stevenson

Bartlett's on habits

Bartlett's on habits
Last week was a turbulent one in my life, which was turbulent enough already. I won’t bother you with what went on; in the spirit of “Epistle to a Young Friend” by Robert Burns, I shall keep that to myself. But except for my habit of writing privately in my diary every night, the turbulence... Read more »

My Imaginary Writers' Room gets a poet: Robert Burns

My Imaginary Writers' Room gets a poet: Robert Burns
Like many Scots and those of Scottish heritage around the world, I’m getting ready to celebrate Burns Night on Jan. 26 — our committee holds its “Nicht Wi’ Burns” (or Night with Burns) on the Saturday closest to the poet’s birthday, Jan. 25. Of course, I thought of writing something poetic to honor the occasion.... Read more »

A great summer memory: The definition of heat

A great summer memory: The definition of heat
The challenge came in at 8 p.m.: Blogapalooz-Hour, the monthly Chicago Now effort to write and post something in one hour on a set subject. Tonight’s topic: What is your favorite summer memory from your school years? Many of my favorite memories would involve more than an hour of combing thorough diaries (back to sixth grade) and... Read more »
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Another meeting in my imagination's Writers' Room: Senses and fiction

Another meeting in my imagination's Writers' Room: Senses and fiction
In the Writers’ Room  of my imagination, it’s time for another meeting of the committee  of great writers who have been “advising” me about my novel-in-progress. (If you’re not up to date with “transcripts” of previous meetings, catch up at the highlighted links.) This time, I set the agenda myself: I wanted to know about whether... Read more »

Yes, it's Louis -- not Lewis

Yes, it's Louis -- not Lewis
I was delighted to hear the radio stories this morning about the names of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s baby — Prince Louis Arthur Charles. I was happy because of the names’ historical connections, but also because I could hear the first name first. Here in the former colonies, we’re more likely to spell this pronunciation... Read more »

Another imaginary meeting in the Writers' Room: Let it snow in August!

Another imaginary meeting in the Writers' Room: Let it snow in August!
It was, as some nights must be, a dark and stormy night when I picked up my pen and notebook to act again as secretary in the Writers’ Room of my imagination while my imaginary committee there looked at — and debated — another facet of my detective-novel-in-progress. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was again the... Read more »
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In my imagination's Writers' Room, a committee looks at my first sentences

In my imagination's Writers' Room, a committee looks at my first sentences
Credit astute reader William22Bowen’s recent question about “first sentences per Margaret-Serious” for the rumblings in my imagination that turned out to be the following meeting. Note: It’s the Writers’ Room, plural, the place for other writers in my mind. The Writer’s Room, singular, ought to be a synonym for my whole imagination. When my imagination... Read more »

Fear of publishing -- or an inner editor?

Fear of publishing -- or an inner editor?
We’ve had some computerized discussions here at Chicago Now about “fear of publishing” — the idea that oh, I wrote something, but what if I publish it? Longtime and/or regular readers of these items may have inferred that this isn’t my problem. But I have a draft in my Margaret Serious software that is waiting... Read more »

'Arthur and Sherlock' is a special look at the creative process through biography

'Arthur and Sherlock' is a special look at the creative process through biography
Chapter 1 of Michael Sims’ new book, “Arthur and Sherlock: Conan Doyle and the Creation of Holmes” (Bloomsbury USA, 2017) begins with student Arthur Doyle leading a patient to see his medical professor, Dr. Joseph Bell. Sims writes: “The man’s attitude was respectful but not servile. He did not remove his hat. In a Scottish... Read more »
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A sick day with Louis was 'A Grownup's Garden of Verses'

A sick day with Louis was 'A Grownup's Garden of Verses'
As the air turned colder last week, the change in the weather left me spending a planned day off with a very un-planned sore throat. I couldn’t talk, even to myself. I didn’t want to do much but read and lie around. Between cups of tea, I lay and watched the vertical blinds move. (They were... Read more »