Category Archives: WRITING

…waters the seeds of thought. "The first flowers on the young peach were scattered, not having experience nor the confidence to bloom in the proud, full abandon of the others." "The pain in my gut was pulsing now, as if … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I love the violets; grape jelly smiles bid me good morning.  Johnny-jump-ups on green pogo sticks because they’re really short, you know.  The lavendar and white lilac trees I could close my eyes and find by following my nose around … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Playing solitaire till dawn,with a deck of fifty-one, smokin’ cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo, now don’t tell me, I’ve nothing to do…" Not no more, you can’t.  The lyrics above come from a 70’s song when songs told stories.  Its … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One of the neatest things about my job as a picture framer is that I frame stories.  Each photo, print, painting, is of course a story in itself, but sometimes there’s more of the story than what’s just in the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Someone just wandered onto the site and made a nice comment about painting pictures with words.  It dawned on me (metaphor right there, although on the verge of being cliche) that it is also very much like double exposing a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is amazing that once you are used to writing directly into a weblog, you depend upon it as one of the tools to produce.  I had a feeling this morning when I drove by the fish hatchery and looked … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just a quirk that I spotted him, sitting on a post in the neighbor’s field.  Motionless for a mini second, then gliding away.  This, minutes after thinking hyperfiction and the hows of it in non-traditional form.  Funny, this non-traditional format … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Anger, sadness, frustration, all threatening the joy of creation.  Standing on the mountain top, thinking I can fly.  Just thinking, not knowing, not caring to know if I can, or how far below lies the valley. Continue reading →

Long post planned, churning in my mind, answers to questions, more questions raised.  And in the middle of it all, Charlie The Bachelor picks Sarah and I’m crying even though this is the first time I’ve watched the program.  Sometimes … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The hawk was there again this morning, still and grey and white and blending with the birch.  I reached for the binoculars though he was only thirty five yards away, and he was gone.  Just a reminder, look for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I realize I may have bespoken in defense of keeping the knowledge of simultaneous submissions to oneself, but in my current frame of mind I had an attack of honesty.  Sent in two stories that were out on the circuit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Same hawk, sitting low on the old swamp birch where they can’t see him–nor did I.  The unexpected; they look and feel for shadows in the sky, even on the damp cloud mornings like today. A lesson in the story.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

David at Ripples got stirred up by my whining–well at least someone listens to me–and started a great series on creativity.  Vikk at Down the Writers Path picked up on it and has some great posts as well, and brought … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Problems with endings, always had them.  Missed my five p.m. deadline, but will sell my soul to the postmaster tomorrow to push the submission through the mail. Need to do the next worst part–the cover letter, and we all know … Continue reading → Continue reading →

On Brandywine Books, "Learning to Love Rejection" is another opportunity to understand the coping skills needed to be a writer that go beyond the skills of the elements of good writing themselves. And, while we’re on the subject, may I … Continue reading → Continue reading →