Category Archives: WRITING

Jesus, who put another quarter in me? As I have been transferring postings into Word, I’ve read some and realize that I write–though not speak–often naturally in alliteration.  i.e., "poring over plot plans," "trace on tables," "rev up with a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Writing again, but poetry mood, and nothing I care to share here–much too close, much too revealing, dramatic and charged.  Much too tainted with moment.  Time will be editor, time will be poet, time will be serious slasher of verse … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have been thinking a lot about the last entry, as a writer, seeing the story of this little boy.  Knowing he is only one of hundreds of thousands of people that have been traumatized, their life story changed in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I think one of the points coming out of the Katrina disaster is the way the news is reported, obviously.  It seems that the focus is on the looting, and while that is a part of the tragedy, I’m sure … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I can’t sleep and one of the reasons is because of reading this weblog by a literary agent and her wonderful sharing of comments on writer submissions that is of the greatest value to any writer.  Why this is even … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I know this isn’t going to win me any readers, but I have to be honest about something that came up the other night at the writers meeting and that has been circling around in my head running from lobe … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A different kind of writer’s block, a worse one than I’ve never suffered through before.  I have no problem writing tripe at all. The new stuff’s nothing short of bad. The old stuff–which I seek out because I thought it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

What made me think the dance would be enough?  To waltz around the ballroom, gleaming wood like colored ice, or boogy with the beat of native instinct, drums of rumbling deep within or of the heart.  Ballerina slippers touching toetips … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Long ago I walked into a garden, greeted by a blur of colored jewels laid out on lush velvet shades of greenery, entranced by perfumed air, I stopped a while.  Wandering to marvel at the details of a pleated petal … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes flowers, grasses, weeds and even an occasional errant tomato will grow from seeds dropped in the native soil by the mother plant, defying tiller, birds and wind to grab and claim its little plot of earth while we move … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Good morning.  The word for the day is crap.  (I just didn’t want to put it right up there in the title!) So here I am, all fired up and ready to go, got five great titles for stories:  Eggs … Continue reading → Continue reading →

We must look around us to learn about people and nature and we learn more by reading what other people find out and write about people and nature.  I am watching Big Brother 6 and I can say that I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

For no traceable reason, no magic thread that I can rewind to its source, no breadcrumb trail to follow back home, I have begun again to write. A full page–a good beginning for one who starts with opening lines that … Continue reading → Continue reading →