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.
Yes, she’s back. My muse, tearing her hair out again. I am working feverishly on my own personal set of revisions. Tweaking the things I felt stood out to me. So I’m getting there. I have added a few elements to make it stronger, more interesting I hope. Tightening the writing itself. Dropped 3000 words already–and they needed to go….
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…
The things that happen in Porter’s Hollow grow stranger every day. The rewrite is on and the hollow is perhaps a bit darker place than I realized at first. I plan to delve into it deeper in this book but, yes, in spite of myself–there will be another. And maybe more? The story deepens as I go begging more telling…
The poet is born lungs screaming for life urgently seeking her deepest need– the search for truth in the illusive word; that one poignantly perfect poetic expression revealing naked-born reality, writhing, hungry, pure, wearing a living beauty like skin, (not possessing it like a coat, removable when uncomfortable). This poet searches for adjectival justice; illuminating truth laying bare…