Category Archives: WRITING

Last night on the pillow wondering why the words all sound the same.  Worn out and weary.  Viswanathan: noun; nothing new to say.  Yet languages do not translate exactly; maybe there is wealth of wisdom here, if but we tried … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Reality teaches story, and writing can teach something about life.  While experience has some great story to it, it is often too difficult to write about it as is.  Sometimes it shows up in bits and pieces in stories about … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Shallow breathing, taking in enough just to keep her head alive.  The rest of her, a rock that doesn’t need it.  Hardened into stone, silver sparkled granite, sharpened edges cutting into space.  Unmoving with the inhalation, melting more in whispered … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Some people can reach in and curl their fingers around your heart because you’ve let them.  Or ride the wavelengths of your mind in synchrony of thought.  Never fear to show the pathways, never lock the doors. Continue reading →

I stand waiting at the Communion rail. The priest in his High Holy Day purple robe is moving slowly towards me up the line of faithful, offering the grail of Holy Eucharist and cup of blood red wine.  Behind him, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Talk to me in sunshine, when the light creeps in to brighten every corner to a shade of insight in my mind.  For even when the moon pulls in the tides of change or gloomy dark the sunlight blinds me … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So I threw another story into the Crapometer and am getting some good feedback from them.  It’s a second person pov and the only one I’ve written this way for the same reason it bothers other readers: I don’t like … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I am ironing and watching Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, or whatever.  Yes, it’s daylight, but I think this movie would still be a bit too dark even if watched in a dark room.  All I’m getting is the sound effects, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In the interest of art, my husband’s breakfast was interrupted when, upon shutting off the shower, I heard the grinding of the peppermill and realized that he had prepared himself poached eggs. Now, since I am looking to transform my … Continue reading →

Been thinking a bit on new directions I’m planning to take with my own writing.  Spending twelve hours at a writers event makes you do that.  Again.  But sometimes it helps with planning and seeing things a bit more clearly … Continue reading → Continue reading →

More madness this morning, like a cloud of insanity stirred up by cleaning up for company, or in preparation for a meeting of creative minds such as in yesterday’s festival of writers. "What does it profit a man if he … Continue reading → Continue reading →