Job changes are nerve racking. I might’ve slept three hours Tuesday night. I had to be on time Wednesday for the new position in a chiropractor’s office. A big career change at this point in my life. So like a kid waiting to leave for Disney World, I was restless. Anxious for the big day to come. But like…
Fifteen pounds. That’s about the weight of the manuscript I’ve been working on for two years, the several revisions I reprinted of it, all the backup research, the folders it took to hold it all, and several spiral bound notebooks filled with words, thoughts, ideas. I picked it up this morning to clean around it and got the brilliant idea…
What do you see in this photo? Look closely. If you could touch it, what would it feel like? If you could hear it, what would it sound like? If you could watch it move, what would it look like? Last week one day I decided to try hard to hear, feel and watch my world–closely. It was…
It was just one of those days. Everyone has them. But it was an upside down, strange day I knew was headed south the moment I hit the shower. You know the kind you go, “Why did I even get out of bed?” To start off I got my work schedule wrong, in a good way, sort of. I was…
Today was a busy day. So much going on. The edit of the book, In The Shadow of Porter’s Hollow, continues. Down to the line by line chapter by chapter. Yes, the big stuff is done. However, refining the final project is both exhilarating and exhausting. Met with the Year of the Book group early afternoon, http://yotbpress.com. Busy with marketing ideas. How…
I write to illuminate the good in humanity, to expose the dark evil lurking there, and to explore the dichotomy between the two.
I like visitors. I am a writer. I get visitors all the time–doctors, lawyers, murderers and criminals of all kinds, animals, wolf-demon creatures, crazy people, even dead bodies drop by frequently. Then there are the tutengas, lalabengas and even, sometimes, walawalalendas.
What would I yell from the rooftop if I could? Today–at this point in my life? I’ve come to understand a few things about myself, so it would be different today than it would have been when I was younger. It will probably be different another five, ten, twenty years from now. But I know this, I must live life…
It’s been a while since I posted because . . . I’ve been writing! And writing, and writing, and writing! And yes, the second draft is done! Yahooeee! I found it a difficult process. It’s hard to keep track of what you’ve written before and where it fits in the story. Have I said this before? Did I say it…
Great exercise and the best advice I ever got: “Just write what’s in your head!” I’ve discovered if I want to get to what’s in my heart, I have to start with what’s in my head. Just start writing. Creativity works like gravity, it starts at the top and travels downward.