A Dull Utterance

A friend or foe, depending how you take it, said my daily utterances, as they put it, have become a tad dull.

Excuse me, while I slip my head in the oven.

They miss my monthly Carlyle pieces, and I do too, but since I’m barely drinking these days, tea on the rocks just hasn’t the same oomph.

I write what flares in front of me, whatever that may be.

For instance, I’m presently in Starbucks, with the sweetest, little Latino couple sitting  across from me, quietly holding hands.

I could pen pages on this, the old-fashioned innocence, simplicity and peaceful, gentle affection they clearly share, all from a sly glance.

Hemingway said, write what you know.

What I know, is what’s put in front of me.  So there.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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23 Responses to A Dull Utterance

  1. micklively says:

    It is oh so easy to sit on the sidelines and criticise. You add sparkle to my day. Please don’t be put off by the nay-sayers.

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  2. I love how you write what you know ❤

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, your observations are so insightful. You notice the nuances that many of us gloss over. That capability is a gift that I hope you continue to share.

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  4. Ross de Marco says:

    I’m currently in the middle of another bio about the Beatles ( Bob Spitz ) probably my hundredth . One thing always stands out in each one was their absolute conviction of their ability , their passion for the music and their love of performing , whether it was to a little crowd or a thronged smoke filled pub was a joy to them ! They knew they were gifted and I feel deep inside you , you feel it too. I read you each day and enjoy your insights and find your style brilliant . Stay with it !

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  5. You haven’t written a dull word since I found you and followed — closely. I gently suggest there is a flaw in the critic.

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  6. That’s rude. He could have stopped reading. I wouldn’t take it personally. Some blogs I read and some I don’t. I love your Camille posts but then again, I love a lot of others. Sometimes I feel dull because I write about the same things. I try to change perspectives but hey…it is what it is. We love you the way you are.

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    • Thank you. I love your Random 5 and would never dream of missing it. I had another friend call me to announce, he no longer reads my blog, making me wonder, why would you even tell me that.

      My theory is, people who have no art of their own, are jealous of yours.

      Oh well. We writers write whether we are loved or not. Right? Right!!! WRITE!!!

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      • I’ve had more than one friend say they don’t read me because they don’t have time. However, they read books…long ones. Since my life is somewhat chronicled in my blog, when we were in a group of friends, the rest of them knew stuff she didn’t. She started reading…or maybe scanning for dirt. I thought it was funny. I don’t care if my friends read it or not. Sometimes I wish I would have written an anonymous blog so that I could write some really funny stories. About them.

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      • Would serve ‘I don’t have time’ right. I rarely ask anyone to read my blog. I’m glad when they do but fine when they don’t.

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  7. And here I am, just enjoying pretty much anything you write about…yes, write about what interests you. Otherwise, it’s a…ugh…job.
    Scott

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