Okay, I give in. I'll just say it and get it over with. I'm a writer. I must be because my hands are killing me from all the typing. And I'll confess. It isn't about whether or not I'm a writer--I write everyday and when I'm not writing I'm thinking about writing. Surely that is …
Continue reading When You Start Throwing Adjectives Around, the Trouble Starts
For a while--perhaps a whole month!--I will give the am-I-a-writer-angst a rest. Maybe it will become a habit. But that doesn't mean there isn't some other angst running around in here waiting to be wrestled with. So, I go into a bookstore and see the shelves of books, most of which no one will pick …
I've written several times about my mother and her impact on my writing life while my beleaguered father gets so little attention--even though he was an equal force. Well, the last time I visited him, back around the New Year, I decided to tell him I'd written a book. (I admitted to only one of …
Now I wonder why so many of us insist on labels anyway. I'm a writer, I'm a this, I'm a that...seems like we might be better off just doing whatever it is we want to do with our lives and leave the name-calling to others. If you've got the courage to say, "I am a …
There are moments when I believe I am a writer. In that moment I believe I am going to be a published writer. (Arguments about the value in that another day.) But should someone ask me about what I want to do, I never say writer. Then the belief becomes foolish--a bit like saying I …
Yesterday's fish has gotten stuck in my head and pulled me along other twists and turns through that mysterious place called The Past. I heard a theory that memory is not something tucked away in a file cabinet in your brain. It is not a bit of RAM (or whatever you calls these information bits) …
Continue reading A Fallen Tree–the Afterlife or the Imagination? (neither, no doubt)
In high school, like so many other adolescent fools, I took a psychology course. And one bright day the teacher gave us all this "test." On the test paper were four rows of boxes, four columns wide, and each box except one had some kind of mark within. A tiny dark box, a semi-circle, a …
Because he inspires and entertains.... Neil Gaiman at Google I've never linked to You Tube so I hope this works.
I had this foolish idea, you see, about the belle weather blog. So the lake belle blog is written by several different people, and it was easy to set up because blogger allows for multiple authors on one blog. All I had to do was create an email account for each character I wanted and--ta-dah!--a …
I don't know what's going on in my NaNo novel. Oh, yeah, sure, I'm the one writing it, but that doesn't mean much. The story has taken a decidedly creepy turn, and since I didn't set out to write a creepy story, I'm a bit baffled. Well, some people might say that all my stories …
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