Category Archives: WRITING

A wonderful day in my writing “career.” I was the grateful recipient of valuable critique by my esteemed English Professor on a story I’ve been working a lot on lately. I’ve become accustomed to accepting opinion on my writing, eagerly … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just did an analysis of my own writing, A Seasonal Life, to try to get a better feel of its substance or lack thereof as a critic rather than a writer. This is a very, very large part of being … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve spent some time in Word for Windows twisting words and emphasizing meanings, hoping to learn the secrets of the great ones in designing a scene just with a rearrangement of the same twenty six letters we are all given … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This past Thursday night I drove home from class and it was snowing while the strong winds madly blew autumn leaves swirling through the blackness. It was one of those experiences of nature that might happen again in your lifetime, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Have come up with an exercise in learning style that I will be shortly producing here as the results of my practice as I go along. I know it’s rather silly to post an entry about what I’m gonna do, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Spent part of the morning walking tall and carrying a big stick. Well, carrying a big stick anyway. I haven’t walked tall since platform shoes were in style (and I still have them packed away for their reincarnation in the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It’s like opening the floodgates, or holding back the ocean. Which will it be and why? Driving home my fingers tapped out a rhythmic story on the keyboard of the steering wheel. Alas, no “Save” feature on the dashboard of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Check out when you can, a couple links on this page to Creative Writing students’access to their work in progress—it’s rare (except with me, I suppose, who lays my soul bare to the world at large in desperate need of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A dreamless night for lack of sleep. No spiral down, but up and up and up to ride one last great wave exhausted to the shore. I reach my goal of gritty sand, rolled in by foamy bubbles that gently … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Why for some is it so easy? For me, writing is getting into character. Multiple Personality Disorder with order and control. Suspension of reality. Distance from laundry and the like. Disassociation from while intensely analyzing the mob. Full screen TV … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Cannot, cannot, cannot do it. Mix business with pleasure. Live reality and fantasy concurrently–the simultaneous worlds of Dr. Manhattan time. And give them each their due. Working in the shop it was easier—my mind can go one way while my … Continue reading → Continue reading →