Posts about the writing life and the love of story
“Oh, my gosh. Where do I start? Nope. Can’t admit to that feeling… Nope, can’t talk about that… Suffice to say that Wall Street is kicking my A$$ and I’m panicking. Telling myself don’t panic. Picturing myself tottering on a cane to my cubicle at work because I’ll never be able to retire. Telling myself…
Each time we go out, the world is open and free; it offers itself so graciously to our hearts, to create something new and wholesome for it each day. — John O-Donohue, “Eternal Echoes” I hear that having a vast number of interests is not that unusual for a writer. It’s part of the attraction of…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
I have 4 categories that I divide my daily activities into: Things that will help me reach a goal – Such as taking a writing class and writing a set number of words per day to move towards completing a book, or learning how to hitch up the horse trailer and backup so I can take…
It doesn’t matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn’t matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years — we turn on the light and it is…
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun…
