NEWSLETTER, ONE.POINT.TWO.POINT … FIVE

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Image (18)two-thirteen … two-fourteen. Celeste is sleeping. I am not.

Memories of children – of two sons … grown up and gone away … they are sleeping, too –

Two-fifteen.

The ghosts I imagine skirting the shadows – moving slowly … deliberately … drifting … I NILAScoverimagine them asleep, also. And they are –

I am not.

So …

I count out quarters for my mother-in-law’s BINGO game(s), and

I match socks –

I do my tae-chi … two-forty-nine …funny … the way I prioritize my want of sleep … the way I address it. The way I do not sleep.

I draw. grynscrn

And these are the rules to my drawing:

  • I draw from memory, or from the barely articulated bones of my memory
  • I draw for fifteen minutes … twenty tops
    • wih plain old pencil or pen
          • then
          • stop
  • I return … or I can return to the picture … with colored pencil
    • or water-color pencil
    • to see what develops

sometimes it works

sometimes it doesn’t

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NEWSLETTER, ONE.POINT.TWO – just a quick note

I was there … @ the Local Authors EXPO  …  you weren’t … though I was accompanied by my books and by my art and by my stories … we did not go out for coffee, afterwards

and
you
didn’t
tell  me
where I’ve gone
wrong … we didn’t toast
those odd times I got anything right … .   I made some contacts, suffering contacts gladly; I sold a book and negotiated a storytelling

… .

I began sorting my stories into little piles of words

 

 

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NEWSLETTER, the first.point.one

11.18.17 .. 3
We take up the gauntlet …
again … it is Saturday, the 18th
of September; or it will be; it is
2017; and I am, at last tally,
sixty-five years old.
We begin … with

It’s a very nice place to be
… as places go …

@ Tinley Park Public Library
7851 Timber Dr
Tinley Park IL
60477
BE THERE!
_________________________
1.708.532.0160
or – I WILL BE … there, also … I was … accompanied
companied by my books and by
my art and by my stories … we
can go out for coffee,
afterwards

and
you can tell me
where I’ve gone
wrong … and toast
those odd times I got it right … .
We can share stories.

“The name is Gryniewicz …”
raises an eyebrow. The right.
“Gene Gryniewicz; I’m a
Storyteller.”

I tell stories … which is not the
same as reading stories; that I
leave to librarians and
teachers; they can handle a
picture book so much better
than I. Do you know they read
upside down … out loud … and
still manage to hold the book up
for everyone to see –
I try to become the book – by
stance, by facial expression, by
voice. When I tell a story, I
don’t own the luxury of
illustrations; I have to create
them in the listener’s mind’s
eye.
When I write a story, not tell it –
when I trace it in sand or paper
… with pencil and pen and
watercolor … and finger … I
illuminate it with broad
wide- sweeping gesture and widemouthed
brush- mouthed voice and brushstroke.
draw- stroke. I sing when I am drawing,
ing, quietly, in the early dark …
when my Parkinson’s allows
me the freedom not to sleep …

Books Available For
Your Consideration:
One True Thing About

Parkinson’s Disease And The
Ten Thousand Things That
Follow

Ceding Dreams
To A Parkinsonian Rhythm

Learning Dreams As A Second Language

Atonement

Night Of The Dragon

The Wooden Bowl

Coyote And Cicada – A Hero’s Tale

Fly Dreaming

Tomorrow Is Not Today
A Mister D Adventure
Dreaming By The Dueling Tree
A Mister D. Adventure

and if you can’t stop by there –
take a moment to stop by here:

amazon com/author/genegryniewicz

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NEWSLETTER, the first

an invitation

join us at the Local Author's EXPO

JOIN ME!

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... entering the forest ... at a slowly walking pace

… entering the forest … at a slowly walking pace

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there 's a hole in the tree

there ‘s a hole in the tree

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