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		<title>By: Varda (squashed mom)</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-386</link>
		<dc:creator>Varda (squashed mom)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 10:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have been thinking much along the same lines lately. The problem with being immersed in social media is that I can get so lost in the chatter and talking about, I lose all the actual doing.  I often vacillate between being over-connected and isolated. Isolation is better for creativity, but not too much, as it can lead to too much inward spiraling.  Balance is always best, often sought, rarely achieved.  Fortunately I have my children (my own little chaos machines) to constantly push the reset button on whatever rut I&#039;ve gotten too comfortable in.  Now I suppose I should stop commenting on other people&#039;s blogs and actually write something on my own (&lt;a href=&quot;http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://thesquashedbologna.blog...&lt;/a&gt;).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been thinking much along the same lines lately. The problem with being immersed in social media is that I can get so lost in the chatter and talking about, I lose all the actual doing.  I often vacillate between being over-connected and isolated. Isolation is better for creativity, but not too much, as it can lead to too much inward spiraling.  Balance is always best, often sought, rarely achieved.  Fortunately I have my children (my own little chaos machines) to constantly push the reset button on whatever rut I&#39;ve gotten too comfortable in.  Now I suppose I should stop commenting on other people&#39;s blogs and actually write something on my own (<a href="http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">http://thesquashedbologna.blog...</a>).</p>
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		<title>By: Varda (squashed mom)</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-274</link>
		<dc:creator>Varda (squashed mom)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 05:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have been thinking much along the same lines lately. The problem with being immersed in social media is that I can get so lost in the chatter and talking about, I lose all the actual doing.  I often vacillate between being over-connected and isolated. Isolation is better for creativity, but not too much, as it can lead to too much inward spiraling.  Balance is always best, often sought, rarely achieved.  Fortunately I have my children (my own little chaos machines) to constantly push the reset button on whatever rut I&#039;ve gotten too comfortable in.  Now I suppose I should stop commenting on other people&#039;s blogs and actually write something on my own (&lt;a href=&quot;http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been thinking much along the same lines lately. The problem with being immersed in social media is that I can get so lost in the chatter and talking about, I lose all the actual doing.  I often vacillate between being over-connected and isolated. Isolation is better for creativity, but not too much, as it can lead to too much inward spiraling.  Balance is always best, often sought, rarely achieved.  Fortunately I have my children (my own little chaos machines) to constantly push the reset button on whatever rut I&#39;ve gotten too comfortable in.  Now I suppose I should stop commenting on other people&#39;s blogs and actually write something on my own (<a href="http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com</a>).</p>
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		<title>By: Laurie</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-272</link>
		<dc:creator>Laurie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 02:35:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It IS good, you do have many people who are fascinated with the book and have read and adored it. ME being one of them. If you are working on a new book, so be it. I started a blog with one tentative post (&lt;a href=&quot;http://hibernationnow.wordpress.com&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;hibernationnow.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;) and now I have over 135. The title alone (hibernationnow) is what I was trying to escape from and I did it, little by little. My voice, my feelings. I&#039;ve heard this expression before and I wanted to share it with your &quot;Praying is talking to G-D, Meditating is Listening.&quot;  Love, Laurie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It IS good, you do have many people who are fascinated with the book and have read and adored it. ME being one of them. If you are working on a new book, so be it. I started a blog with one tentative post (<a href="http://hibernationnow.wordpress.com" rel="nofollow">hibernationnow.wordpress.com</a>) and now I have over 135. The title alone (hibernationnow) is what I was trying to escape from and I did it, little by little. My voice, my feelings. I&#39;ve heard this expression before and I wanted to share it with your "Praying is talking to G-D, Meditating is Listening."  Love, Laurie</p>
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		<title>By: Dani</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-270</link>
		<dc:creator>Dani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:42:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great proverb -- true so for many aspects of life, not just the writing life!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great proverb -- true so for many aspects of life, not just the writing life!</p>
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		<title>By: Dani</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-269</link>
		<dc:creator>Dani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:41:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Harrison, lovely to see you here on my blog!  I&#039;ve been getting into the habit of telling people, lately, that I am on a self-imposed retreat.  Another way of putting it: hiding out.  Impossible to overestimate the necessity of solitude.  Thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Harrison, lovely to see you here on my blog!  I've been getting into the habit of telling people, lately, that I am on a self-imposed retreat.  Another way of putting it: hiding out.  Impossible to overestimate the necessity of solitude.  Thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: Dani</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-268</link>
		<dc:creator>Dani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:40:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Fred.  I&#039;m realizing how much I&#039;ve been not following my own advice lately -- blabbing all over the place about ideas instead of sorting them out in my head and on the page.  There&#039;s a time for dialogue, and for literary conversation -- usually after a first draft is done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Fred.  I'm realizing how much I've been not following my own advice lately -- blabbing all over the place about ideas instead of sorting them out in my head and on the page.  There's a time for dialogue, and for literary conversation -- usually after a first draft is done.</p>
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		<title>By: Dani</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-267</link>
		<dc:creator>Dani</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 13:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for this, John.  Particularly resonant as my writing studio is upstairs in my house.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for this, John.  Particularly resonant as my writing studio is upstairs in my house.</p>
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		<title>By: John Baker</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-266</link>
		<dc:creator>John Baker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 06:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.&lt;br&gt;Robert Frost</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes all the pressure off the second.<br />Robert Frost</p>
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		<title>By: Fred Bubbers</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-265</link>
		<dc:creator>Fred Bubbers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:02:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I completely agree.  For me, talking about any piece that&#039;s not done pretty much guarantees that it will never get done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I completely agree.  For me, talking about any piece that&#39;s not done pretty much guarantees that it will never get done.</p>
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		<title>By: Harrison Solow</title>
		<link>http://danishapiro.com/2010/07/on-talking/comment-page-1/#comment-263</link>
		<dc:creator>Harrison Solow</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:46:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Absolutely. No dissonance with anything said above! Excerpt from a difficult letter I wrote to a friend, explaining why I did not want her to visit me although she would be in the area - near the village I was writing in - and about in my &quot;Bendithion&quot;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; My heart has grown some very delicate tendrils attached to the mysterious heart of this village, and I prefer that no one from the other world (except my children of course) visit me here. Something happens when I bring my former life and present one together and it alters everything - the perception of what I am writing - my relationship to the material and the source of it -and my ability to write it - a balance is disrupted. That recursive occlusion in which I live recedes from itself and I find it very distressing and very difficult to get back into the book I live in and the book I am writing. It all disappears and so much richness that has built up is lost. I am not sure why that happens but most writers I know feel that way, which is why they tend to be reclusive while working on their material. One of my friends, Isaac Asimov, wrote in a closet in the middle of New York. I&#039;ve been in it. Another, Harlan Ellison, writes in an invisible room, encastled in Sherman Oaks. I&#039;ve been in that too. But I live in a land that that few other than my friends and neighbours can &quot;be&quot; in - a land that does not exist unless I remain attached to something I cannot fathom. So I am, to put it bluntly, hiding out.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for this great post!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Harrison Solow</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Absolutely. No dissonance with anything said above! Excerpt from a difficult letter I wrote to a friend, explaining why I did not want her to visit me although she would be in the area - near the village I was writing in - and about in my "Bendithion":</p>
<p> My heart has grown some very delicate tendrils attached to the mysterious heart of this village, and I prefer that no one from the other world (except my children of course) visit me here. Something happens when I bring my former life and present one together and it alters everything - the perception of what I am writing - my relationship to the material and the source of it -and my ability to write it - a balance is disrupted. That recursive occlusion in which I live recedes from itself and I find it very distressing and very difficult to get back into the book I live in and the book I am writing. It all disappears and so much richness that has built up is lost. I am not sure why that happens but most writers I know feel that way, which is why they tend to be reclusive while working on their material. One of my friends, Isaac Asimov, wrote in a closet in the middle of New York. I&#39;ve been in it. Another, Harlan Ellison, writes in an invisible room, encastled in Sherman Oaks. I&#39;ve been in that too. But I live in a land that that few other than my friends and neighbours can "be" in - a land that does not exist unless I remain attached to something I cannot fathom. So I am, to put it bluntly, hiding out."</p>
<p>Thank you for this great post!</p>
<p>Harrison Solow</p>
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