I had a first yesterday; an email from a reader who said she was going to have "speak" (as in the title of my book that holds a lot of meaning for her) turned into a tattoo. She's thinking of putting it on her neck.
Someone on Twitter asked me what I felt about that. Twitter is a great place for gut responses. I wrote: "Good chills. "Thank you, universe" chills. Humble chills."
There are layers, dermatological and metaphorical, to the words that we inscribe in our skin.

I have the first word of Beowulf inked (in Anglo-Saxon) just below my right hand.
There are volumes and libraries and bookstores of people out there who put their story into their skin. I think of many of their tattoos as short, epic poetry; the Song of Their Self. I know mine is.
For the record I spent about 5 minutes in the garden yesterday, picking tomatoes. In my defense, I did an absurd amount of writing and had to have my sore fingers pried from the keyboard by my BH rather late.
And I'm ready to go at it agin. You?
Ready...
Today's advice: "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." E.L. Doctorow
Set...
Today's prompt: Your character steps into a locker room or bathroom, or a dressing room and sees someone she knows without any clothes on. The nakedness does not shock her. It's the tattoo. Describe the location, the person, and give the story behind the tattoo.
OR - after ______________ (insert significant incident here) your character steps into a tattoo parlor and puts her cash on the counter. What ink does she want, where does she want it, and why?
OR - If I gave you a magic cream that would cause your dream tattoo to be shielded from the eyes of people who would make your life miserable if they saw it.... what would you have inked. Why?
Extra bonus points: Go get that tattoo. Life is short.
Scribble...Scribble....Scribble!
Someone on Twitter asked me what I felt about that. Twitter is a great place for gut responses. I wrote: "Good chills. "Thank you, universe" chills. Humble chills."
There are layers, dermatological and metaphorical, to the words that we inscribe in our skin.
I have the first word of Beowulf inked (in Anglo-Saxon) just below my right hand.
There are volumes and libraries and bookstores of people out there who put their story into their skin. I think of many of their tattoos as short, epic poetry; the Song of Their Self. I know mine is.
For the record I spent about 5 minutes in the garden yesterday, picking tomatoes. In my defense, I did an absurd amount of writing and had to have my sore fingers pried from the keyboard by my BH rather late.
And I'm ready to go at it agin. You?
Ready...
Today's advice: "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." E.L. Doctorow
Set...
Today's prompt: Your character steps into a locker room or bathroom, or a dressing room and sees someone she knows without any clothes on. The nakedness does not shock her. It's the tattoo. Describe the location, the person, and give the story behind the tattoo.
OR - after ______________ (insert significant incident here) your character steps into a tattoo parlor and puts her cash on the counter. What ink does she want, where does she want it, and why?
OR - If I gave you a magic cream that would cause your dream tattoo to be shielded from the eyes of people who would make your life miserable if they saw it.... what would you have inked. Why?
Extra bonus points: Go get that tattoo. Life is short.
Scribble...Scribble....Scribble!


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Perhaps you might be interested in this site: http://contrariwise.org/ Chock full of literary tattoos, and the range of words people find inspiring is just incredible.
Cheers!
(Maple Snow/Maple Dust report: We get frost lately. I bet if I collected that I could get enough to make a maple syrup dessert. I may try!)
Enjoy your frost and thanks for that great Twitter questions yesterday! It helped be examine how I felt about a couple of things - most appreciated.
Checked out your twitters, too, and saw all the drama:
That'd be a great chapter title for your book on writing. Or maybe a tattoo...
Mayb we should call the first draft the Craptascular Draft.
Google, google... Here he is saying much the same to the NYT:
As for going out and getting it - I did that earlier this year. =) I have a quote from "Little, Big" on my back. Okay, technically, the words came from a song, but I first read them in "Little, Big."
I also kind of want to get something from the Gashlycrumb Tinies tattooed somewhere on my body, just because Edward Gorey is so awesome.
Had bad writer's block yesterday, although I forced myself to eke out some words. I'm hoping today will be smoother. And I sympathise with the throwing away pages--my characters have come through loud and clear to declare that the story belongs to only two of the original five. So, my rewrite (in progress) must once again be rewritten. But I think it will finally be right(er).
Tattoos are so enormously personal. It's tough sometimes when people ask me why I have a stylized heart inked on the inside of my left wrist, or pink roses on my right shoulder, or the incredible, realistic lion on my right calf. The lion, by the way, is the NYPL lion :)