Category Archives: WRITING

Although this may be argued with (by Neha, who more likely understands both the term but may be tempered by her understanding of the writing life as well!), I believe I have reached a state of mind very like the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well maybe Cormac McCarthy can get away with it, but I shouldn’t try. Got on Spinning a little bit ago to do some visiting of the links (it’s easier now for me to do it this way rather than keep … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Hell, I should have stabilized by now. Somewhere in the void between moody and elated, organized and scattered, purposeful and fanciful should be a middle ground that’s easy to navigate, seeings how one finally has the use of both hemispheres … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Luckily I’m in that creative mode where I can sit and write about anything in a kind of nifty way. But organization is key here, and I’ve spent the morning separating out the voices that are clamoring to be heard. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve started the task that I’ve put off so long, that of further editing and full revision of “A Seasonal Life.” In truth, I’m enjoying it. Why do we tend to hide from this necessary part of the process? Why … Continue reading → Continue reading →

“It is more than a calling. Writers do not write because they are required to do so. Writers write because they just cannot not do it.” Found this this morning on Scratch Pad, a weblog that unfortunately has only three … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have just received the proverbial kick in the ass that was evidently needed to get me back on track in my writing. Being a lady at heart, if not in spirit, I shall graciously accept it as the necessary … Continue reading → Continue reading →

While I might get struck by cosmic lightning, I just deleted a very well known blog off my listings. Supposedly a writer and appreciator of literature, yet still blog-bogged down with the now clichéd “fuck.” Now this is a wonderful … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Upon making the discovery that my reading of Hurston, Munro and others only served to make me crawl back under the covers to read, it seems I stubbornly embarked upon the path of poetry instead of stopping to look about … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Compare the feeling of these words in another story of infidelity, as the Preacher finds his wife with another, to Hurston’s young lovers in “The Gilded Six-Bits.” “He found them that evening In a tavern in town In a quiet … Continue reading → Continue reading →

How can you beat this, Willie singing Krisofferson: “Freedom’s just another word, for nothin left to lose, and nothin ain’t worth nothin but it’s free, and feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, Feelin’ good was good … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Now we may all know, but are too polite to point out, that what I’d like to call artistic driven frenzy and passion of being is in reality simply neurosis driven by guilt and pressure. This self-awareness of my diagnosis … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The little ditty below was another fifteen-minute product of an addled mind that’s starting to think in verse. It’s horrid itself, and I love it because it has rhyme, both external and internal and in no particular order that fits. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There’s story going on everywhere–every moment of our life, and sometimes we’re lucky enough to notice. All right, so this one’s not going to develop into anything as far as I can see, but it was something I noticed as … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It all ties in, doesn’t it…the ideas that germinate from something overheard or read get stuck in the mind and bloom (or fester!) into narrative. I am admittedly poor at poetry, and studied it with the thought in mind of … Continue reading → Continue reading →