Hi, I write

Today’s post consists of two parts: here is my piece for the writer’s workshop at Go Dog Go Café which I felt the urge to join, followed by my third publication in Visual Verse.










Yesterday on Facebook I saw Angela, the Procrastination Coach, talking about joining a free writer’s workshop. The first task is to write a short story between 150 and 300 words. Why not, thought I, even though I had never visited Go Dog Go Café but I liked the name immediately.

It’s rare that people know exactly how to make me obey.

It seems that the challenge lasts one month and every Saturday there is a new task. If anybody else wishes to join, the first part is here and it sounds like this:

WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 1, The Fastball

Use the prompt “measure twice, cut once” to inspire a short story, 150-300 words long, fiction (any genre) or nonfiction allowed. Your response should be in first/second draft form. Don’t worry about putting that final polish on it. We will be working on it throughout the month.

I did it, and didn’t worry, and this is what appeared:

Clip cloppity clop

I am lulled to sleep by Father clicking away in the next room, night after night. It’s his work, he is a journalist. The world lives in the breath between clip and clop and everything is possible. It’s the seventies.

I’m in primary school and already on a deadline. One of father’s old typewriters is on my desk. Clip cloppity clop. I type just to make myself heard, over the noise of Duran Duran. It’s the eighties.

The paper is on classical music, though. Twenty pages, the teacher said. It’s the last day. I like to… what’s the word… oh yes, procrastinate.

I go to ask Father for some paper. Not many sheets left.

We count them. There are twenty.

No room for mistakes then.

I have a general idea and plenty of books lying around with bits of paper indicating useful passages.

I do not measure even once. I do not start and hope for the best. I start and know it: this will be the best cut. There is no other way.

Clip cloppity clop, for several more years. I’m in high school, but for our household a computer is still many years removed. One class is called Typewriting and we type on ancient machines. All ten fingers do the work which two used to do. It’s 1984.

The novelty hit me on the head with its simplicity. Right, so now I can move paragraphs around! I can always insert a thought later! And print it out only when everything is perfect! It’s the nineties, and I discover my first word processor.

Typing as fast as I’m thinking, clip clippity clip, on my slick and only slightly noisy keyboard, I’m still grateful for the lesson. It’s now, and I know the one perfect cut.

The second thing I wished to tell you is that Visual Verse published my contribution once again. This is the third time and each occasion had me giddy with happiness. Thank you!

Each month they provide a photograph and you write between 50 and 500 words. Here is the photo and my take on it.

Image by Omid Armin

Manja Maksimovič

With the head in the clouds,
the reflection reversed –
a rare tool that I allow myself.

What does it say about me?

No filters,
no unnatural colours –
that is all sunset,
no excessive saturation,
no black and whites,
but especially no elimination.

They edit out power grid lines now, I hear.
There’s an app.

Where do birds land in their worlds?

Before I click
she knows that I’m here,
fiddling with my camera.
Potential danger.

She keeps an eye on me,
waiting for the camera to lift to life
as she has seen
so that she can hide her face in time.

But what she doesn’t know
is that she exists in the puddle as well:
but not frozen,
but not posing,
but not guilty.


(First published in Visual Verse, Vol. 07 Chapter 04.)

And it’s true, as known by you who come to view my photos: I rarely do anything to them. But when writing this I had in mind that time when I flipped the canal in Trieste.


36 thoughts on “Hi, I write

      1. *takes note on what makes you obey…*
        You know that made me laugh! ❤

        I love the story! You took me back to 1984’s typing class! Those old dinosaurs sure have stuck with me. We are lucky to know more than just the hunt and peck. Duran Duran! Yes!! And Everything else you said about the different medias available to us to write over the years. Our fingers keeping up with our minds…oof!! Thank Goodness for technology!! It’s close! 🙂 Go Dog Go Cafe!! I think I’d like that.


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  1. A natural writer! Keep it up, Manja. I saw the Go dog Go challenge but could not think of anything straight up so haven’t joined. I would love to though. If only I could write and blog every day!!

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  2. I love both the story and the poem, and all the pictures. I’m really glad you joined the workshop!

    There’s a vibe to you short story that really touches me. Maybe it’s the combination of reminiscing, a gentle smile, a sense of discovery and just a hint of irritation/desperation at times?

    To me, the poet shows up too:
    “Clip cloppity clop. I type just to make myself heard, over the noise of Duran Duran.”

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    1. You are great at reading between the lines, Angela. That’s me in a nutshell: reminiscent, gently smiling, discovering, and (sometimes more than just) slightly irritated.

      As for the poet, I can’t even tell us apart. You know how it goes, us bloggers are all in one: writer, photographer, editor, proofreader, publicist (the part that I like to skip).

      Thank you so much for spreading the word and careful reading. Looking forward to the next tasks.

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  3. You did great! Once more, I mean! Congratulations! I alao think that you are very talented for writing so go on, feed the writer inside you and never stop! 💪 It was not meant like an order of course! 😝

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  4. Congratulations on your poetry. It is a beautiful piece. (So are your photos!)

    I love this story! Your “clip cloppity clop” travels through the evolution of a young writer with humor and poignancy.

    “The world lives in the breath between clip and clip and everything is possible.”

    So glad to have you along for our Writer’s Workshop journey! Can’t wait to watch you craft this. Clip clop ❤️⚾️

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      1. I don’t blame you, it was such a blah image! I reeled something off with some tenuous mention of a bird but they don’t care for my words at the moment, so I shan’t hold my breath! Ha ha 😀

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