Category Archives: WRITING

Hmmm.  One of my best stories, or so I thought, is of a woman looking over her naked body in a full length mirror just before she goes to join her husband in bed.  While I realize that this has … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The setting sun melted the horizon into lumps of chocolate trees, a pool of oily butter shimmering on the surface.  You could feel the heat of the day refusing to fade into the dusk, and hear the song of the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve spent the afternoon picture framing, putting off putting in the o/s on my new computer, and thinking up some nasty business for my storehouse of protagonists to face.  The guilt-ridden mother may have a worse secret than just the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I read knowledge to learn, non-fiction to seek truth, and fiction to live within a different world. I write non-fiction truthfully, have no great knowledge to impart, and fiction to live within a different world.  All readers of fiction want … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Spent the morning pulling weeds and feeding flowers and vegetables.  Though the garden is a time for clearing the mind of thoughts it sometimes clears the paths to see the way. I pull out long blades of grass, the roots … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Oh, I suppose I could figure it out, and I do love working with numbers, but I just don’t have the time to play with this though I am certainly intrigued… In catching up with the four literary journals to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In and out and in and out I wander through the door that holds my world within it and world of all of us without.  Yet, it is my backyard, enjoyed this year in daylight as in dark. Some minutes–sometimes … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Good, good meeting tonight with our small band of writer-types.  I like the meetings small, more intimate and focused, no matter the makeup of the crew. We start out with food, then some pornographic poetry.  We go from giggling teenie-boppers … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Rough time last night, just about to lose my mind to conscious thought when one stirs up and leaves me wide-eyed and useless for any further dreaming.  I slip out of bed, berobe myself and walk the hallway to the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Outside the door the world is hot and steamy.  What better way to say it?  The time that follows a summer late afternoon thunderstorm that can’t refresh with cooling breezes from the north that blew the rain across the day.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I held off because I figured this would show up everywhere, but I got a kick out of Jimmy Beck’s (Large Vibrating Egg) brush with the publishing world in his entry, "You Gotta Have Faith…" (Link thanks to The Reading … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I woke today and spoke a different tongue.  Poetics drive my sentences, my thoughts.  Somber, why?  The rain?  Grey light makes for the mood but draws the color from its hiding place above the clouds.  Odd indeed. Continue reading →

Today I feel the urge to knit; I don’t know why.  Or maybe build computers working from the inside out.  Filling shells with boxes, ribbons, wires, as if to dress a Christmas tree then plug it in to light it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

From the depths of my studies comes the seed of story.  Yes, very possibly I can write a spine-tingling narrative about nutrition and a thiamin deficiency resulting in Beri-Beri, (excuse me a second–Von Helsing [played by Sir Laurence Olivier] is … Continue reading → Continue reading →