You don’t have to be crazy to be a writer. But it helps. There's a reason most writers are a little unhinged. Einstein is often quoted for saying insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result. I wonder if he realised he was describing a typical day for a writer. Every... Continue Reading →
'You can see everything from up here'. I grab for Jimmy's shirt as he leans forward, hips against the ledge and his top half leaning out over the edge looking down to the street three storeys below. 'Geez, Jim. Come on. Quit fooling around' I yank him back, hard as I can. We have a... Continue Reading →
Flash Series #2 '..'Babe, why is your shirt on backwards?' Such a simple question. But she didn't have an answer. Not a reasonable, logical answer, other than that was how she'd put it on. Not on purpose, of course...'
Writer's Mind '..Trust and patience will get me where I want to be and who is to say I haven't achieved what I set out to do, other than me...'
No one else is awake. It's just me and her. Me sitting on the back step. She crouched in the forest of grass. Black velvet fur. Ears standing straight up and pointed. Her glass bead eyes look like those of my childhood bear. But she isn't a bear. She's a bunny. A wild rabbit. I... Continue Reading →
Writers are never satisfied with their work. We're the hardiest person to please, even if it's ourselves that we're trying to placate. Left to our own devices we'd never have anything for anyone to read because we'd never be 100 percent truly satisfied and happy with what we've written. We can always find a thread... Continue Reading →
Note to Self: '...Why do you do what you do? For all my love of words, this is the one question that is hardest to answer, to put words to, to create an intelligible answer...'
We write because we know that words hold the greatest power. To make a promise. To hold someone to their word. To connect to another person. To show your heart, your fears, your anger, your joy. The resonance of their sound, alone and together. A single word can change your mind, set your heart racing,... Continue Reading →
FWJ #10 '..You asked me all the places I want to go, and I gave you my list. You asked me why, and I told you. I stared at your face, not hearing a word I was saying...'