In LAX....at one of those internet kiosks....watching a man scrub the floor with a long stick that has a towel tied to the end, like an upside-down staff. Merlin the Janitor.

I just wrote six pages for my new book. Of course...I must remind myself..."there is no poor writing; only poor re-writing." That means I can write and write for now, without worrying too much about clarity/perfection. I'll do the revision later.

Hawaii was nice, but am glad to be on my way to San Diego. I'm tired of travelling, but I'll be doing it again in two weeks. Yay.

I watched Dark Star on the airplane with the DVD player the Easter Bunny gave me in Charleston. Never having seen it before, I thought it disturbing yet funny. Dark Humor.


Anonymous said...

Hi Amber,

I stumbled across your blog last year and have been reading your passages off and on ever since. I've never really had much to say, not being able to relate to or understand your experiences in Iraq, so I kept silent.

The last few times I have read your entries, particularly the ones on writing and relationship, I keep being reminded of Rainer Rilke's book "Letters to A Young Poet" and wonder if you have ever read it. The questions and passions I hear in your writing seem similar. If you have never read him, Rilke's insights are incredible--and if you have read his work, now may be a good time to take another look. I suggest the translation by Stephen Mitchell.

I wish you well Amber.

Amber said...

Thanks. I'll have to check ou Rilke's writing.