Category Archives: WRITING

Okay, get ready for some hot and heavy writing in the next few weeks. I have just slapped on the Nicoderm patch, and have found from a previous attempt that while it is not always successful in halting bad habits, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just read Creative Writing student, Christopher’s short story “The Hummingbird God” on his blog. (Available at http://www.coonce-ewing.com/writing/hummingbird.htm ) . Since he is open to critique (a most admirable quality in a writer) I would like to set down a few … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve been nagging and nagging students to write, start a weblog, offer comments, exchange ideas via blogging. But it’s not just students that need a push. Sometimes teachers do as well. Busy, busy, yes. Love teaching, yes. But sometimes you … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I printed out a hard copy of “A Seasonal Life” (Really have to come up with a better title—it’s starting to bug me) and think I have discovered my problem with the ending. I know the story sounded a bit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Wow. Another night, and still no earth-shattering climax. If I go with how I’m thinking, I’d be faking and there would be no satisfaction in it. I am, of course, referring to the closure of “A Seasonal Life” but it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay gang, we’re finally at the climax and resolution with “A Seasonal Life” (Future editing, by the way, will most likely change this title but Windows Word forces us to name it something when it’s Saved.) Problem is, it begins … Continue reading → Continue reading →

My voice, he says, my voice—I must find my voice. I hurry home from class to look up just what he means—really means. Just one street from my house I need to curve around the garbage truck, and I wave … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Do we ever think we’re good enough? Do we ever listen to the side that conflicts with what we have chosen to believe? In “A Seasonal Life” the speaker, for all her focus on her family and a self-image formed … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I swore I would stop entering personal posts in this weblog, but in doublethinking the decision, isn’t this writing as well? My reason, goal, and intent for this particular log is to keep it oriented toward literature and the reading … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do feel “A Seasonal Life” is winding up to a point where it may be finished today as Part V. Lord, it’s never taken me this long to write a story. (That’s Lord Lettuce Head by the way. The … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I note that in my recent writings, my style has changed a bit. While I still tend toward the formal and attempt proper grammar (excluding the little problem I have with verb tense)—that has always been my writing style. In … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’d always believed that writing, as well as visual art, is a natural talent, and have gone so far as to question whether the study of either is helpful or indeed a hindrance to an inborn creative ability. I remember … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In A Seasonal Life, I find myself looking ahead, and guessing where it is heading. But then I am reminded of Push, The Bully, and remember that I cannot merely advance the plot by putting words in the narrator’s mouth … Continue reading → Continue reading →

“Morning, Hon,” says William, and you’d never know he doesn’t love me. His smile is open but empty; devoid I think, of feeling that he may not even think to feel. He’s handsome still, with just a touch of graying … Continue reading → Continue reading →

We all know what we are best at writing, but it does not always seem to match what we choose as readers. My favorite reading is probably murder mysteries, preferably true or based upon real life crimes. I have attempted … Continue reading → Continue reading →