Category Archives: WRITING

Willie and Waylon do it for me.  Spent and will spend the rest of my life until Christmas Day in the frameshop working to get the orders out (and money in!), but that doesn’t mean my mind doesn’t wander away … Continue reading → Continue reading →

(Note:  This is just a story line, so don’t get nervous…) It doesn’t really matter to me just what you believe and what you don’t.  But some of you are hooked on guilt and doubt from being raised one way … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It wasn’t that or that, but finally this that broke him into little pieces of confetti blowing in the wind like on a wedding day when tossed in joy amid good wishes of the crowd. But while they cheered, he … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Don’t you hate when the last main conversation of the day lies heavy with the price tag of a good night’s sleep?  After the writers meeting… Writers who want to write—a large percentage of the population.  Literally, almost everyone is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Uh-oh.  Had this weird and scary experience in the dark garage this morning.  Normally words come to me in poetry; a line, a phrase, sometimes a stanza or paragraph.  And by poetry, I mean a narrative that includes the imagery, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A couple of one-liners in a few posts below–while I have learned to remain writerly and allow readers to read whatever they want into my writing–just seem to scream for some form of explanation.  Although long-time readers are well used … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Some days I worry my mind will tumbleweed to Texas; like it well enough to stay a while and I’ll be left alone. An empty vessel just as the Lord handed over long ago, that I had filled but tripped … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometime during the night my head unscrewed.  As I arose it fell into my lap.  Continue reading →

Amazing to absorb, osmosis fashion, a small degree of knowledge, polish, picture words and style, through not the copycatting of the language but as if one’s way of putting words together is changed by reading those of better writers in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Armand gripped his can of Budweiser a little tighter with each minute that the baby cried and cried a little louder.  Though he heard her crooning softly, Corrine tonight just couldn’t seem to settle her down.  His face, a palette … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I must share with you some of the other entries in our writing group’s "Whoville Challenge"… Besides my own, there’s two from Steve, and a new one from Christopher.  Continue reading →

(This is for our Narratives writing group—an exercise in writing the story of little Cindy-Lou Who years after her meeting up with the Grinch.) “It’s been quite a few years, but still I can say That Whoville still haunts me, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I reread some of what I wrote yesterday, and though it would undergo some heavy editing if there were reason for it, for stuff written off the cuff there are some bits and pieces of value in the exercise.  (Sorry … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, applying gluttony to areas other than just food, I can count it … "Good things come in small packages," her mother prompted Eloise, for Eloise was little for her age but smart.  She understood her mother’s love, she knew … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well this has been a productive day, in Spinning weblog anyway, and here I am still stuck in Susie Sing-Song cadence mode. With one more sin to bring to light, (although I find it hard to see the harm in … Continue reading → Continue reading →