Cinders, cinders, everywhere

Well, the script’s out with six readers. Two have given feedback already.

It’s strange, the experience of sharing writing with others. It’s much better now compared to the first time I did it, when I fell into a deep nausea and depression. And this from a creature who laughs through puddles and sandstorms.

It’s like writers are male praying mantises, built to seek out the very exposure that will kill us.


But once you’ve survived death… death changes its face. All you need to do is walk over the wreckage of your ego and your naked secrets.

So be it. Let that be my morning walk. My constitutional.

Was that my rib I crunched? So be it. Was that my face, underfoot? Why, yes. Walk on. Walk on.

Write on.


The writing desk with the novel-in-progress, before the play that shattered me and took me into the screenplay I’m editing now. (Sept 2013)


About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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9 Responses to Cinders, cinders, everywhere

  1. Your writing desk rocks. And I finally get to see your famous Thalia bust. 🙂

    • sputnitsa says:

      Haha! She’s more gorgeous in close-up coz you can see her nose is chipped.

      These days the desk is littered with candlesticks. It’s a bit obscene. I love it. I should take a follow-up shot of the desk 🙂 Granted, I do half my writing these days on the dining room table, but I move over the image board and candles.

      You should photograph your writing space/s!

    • sputnitsa says:

      PS I’m on a new “drinking coffee black” kick, and I think of you often, as I purposefully don’t put in cinnamon or anything that would destroy the foundation of decency. 🙂

  2. Decency?? pah! When is that a word for us??? Perish the thought!

    • sputnitsa says:

      Taste, then. Hahaha! Seriously. Wicked.

      Yesterday I had it with sugar, as there must always be some gift in every cup. Today I went without. The gift was the grimace that helped me loosen my face muscles…

      But I shall never have it with white chocolate, except under the most dire of circumstances.

  3. p.s. you’ve seen my writing spot. The red sofa. 🙂

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