Editing, refining, rewriting, starting over from scratch, research — none of these things are as fun to me as the initial idea and the start of creating something new. Unfortunately, they’re necessary to develop skill and complete a story, especially a longer work. Whatever your creative endeavor, I’m sure you are familiar with this truth….
Solitude is quiet But not silent There may be music Or bird song Or crashing waves Or rain beating at the window Like the tapping claws of a wolf A thought that wouldn’t occur to me If I wasn’t alone Solitude has a sound that doesn’t require white noise to cover it up Sometimes the…
“It’s a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. It stops us from taking anything for granted. ” — Madeleine L’Engle, “The Summer of the Great-grandmother” One Friday night, probably eleven years ago,…
I haven’t blogged for about a month now. I’ve been busy with my son visiting from New York, then I visited Arizona a couple days later, and soon after that Steve and I went camping at the North Shore. I’ve been home for awhile but I’ve been trying to catch up with my completely out…
“The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you…
Remember how aging used to be something you looked forward to? How when someone asked you how old you were, you proudly held up your fingers and were so excited when it was your birthday and one more finger raised the flag? At age five, you started school. At twelve, you were practically an adult….
