tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post5858402975258137607..comments2024-03-07T04:13:36.330-06:00Comments on The Storyteller's Inkpot: Re-SeeingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-83179659996272718762013-02-15T09:41:17.353-06:002013-02-15T09:41:17.353-06:00Actually I've done this for many many years a...Actually I've done this for many many years and with several of my books. Celeste's Harlem Renaissance (2007) was the last one I did it with. <br />I also walk in cemeteries, reading the epithats -- but not using any names. That would be blasphamous. The Secret of Gumbo Grove (1987) was the book where I "cemeteried" the most. I slowed down on "cemetery-ing" after a woman told me she got chased by a plat-eyed ghost when passing a cemetery!Eleanora E. Tatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15737679071318158009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-60522526619542066892013-02-14T16:31:43.968-06:002013-02-14T16:31:43.968-06:00Streetwalking--wish I'd thought to name the or...Streetwalking--wish I'd thought to name the original post something like that. Glad to hear the exercise worked for you too, Eleanora. Marsha Qualeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02506544531376399293noreply@blogger.com