Category Archives: WRITING

I have arisen with the same discontent I pulled in with me under last night’s covers.  A sad sense of knowing that a yearning is ever out of reach.  It seems the more I rail against the poetry I read … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m back working on a story I wrote a while ago, still trying to get past a certain point and build up to a climax.  But now I’m beginning to wonder if it’s already taken too long to get there. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There’s never been any question but that besides being informational, story is a form of entertainment.  Books, movies, television, games; all a world where we can, in one manner or another, read ourselves into a different place and time than … Continue reading → Continue reading →

When the left side whispers to the right, "why bother?" it wonders, why, indeed, at all? Continue reading →

First Creative Writing: Fiction class tonight; I’m psyched.  Anxious antsy ready writing words.  Alas, they must be all in proper format, proper form and in their place and space so specially set aside for them in time. Learning to Spin … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Unreal.  Just scrounged through some large envelopes to find one big enough for a mailing.  Slapped a label on, and stuck my mail inside.  What’s this?  I pull a single sheet of paper out, handwritten on both sides.  Read it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Idle thought this morning, again about what makes a doer do, or in this case, a writer write.  But it does apply to all areas of our lives, and our personalities. Within an hour after accepting a compliment, I ran … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The serpent shed its skin and so we too.  Gliding on the soft green tender grasses silently and swift.  It is the quick way to the quest, the guess of what is real, sideways dodging that which dry and crisp … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Cold.  Brittle squeaky snow.  Bone white bleached landscape bleached bone white.  Sets cold bones to rattling in their shell of pink muscle, fat and skin.  Lost the insulating hair of the original design, lost the mindset of survival, lost the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Huh?  For the creative, unemployed writer, motive doesn’t really enter the picture.  Deadlines, money, nothing to spur one on except pure desire and inspiration, or need to speak out. Well they’re all with me now (although deadlines and income would … Continue reading → Continue reading →

As I have written here many, many times, I am a strong believer in learning all the various forms of writing narrative as aids in applying each method to all others.  For imagery, there is poetry; for brevity, there is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well this is never a good sign:  I’m back to old bad habits; starting stories that begin as sentences and flow to paragraphs and…stop. I’ve gotten lax and lazy, I would think, to put the effort, the work, the actual … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Much of writing comes from experience, even when entering into the fantasy or sci fi genres that preclude knowledge, but are based upon it and given free license to imagine beyond it. But the simplest, most basic knowledge is often … Continue reading → Continue reading →

From experience, images called into use by some relationship with what we are trying to put into words. Words strung together like popcorn wound round a tall Christmas tree, still growing with life.  Each kernal, a truth; ripened and hardened … Continue reading → Continue reading →