Posts about the writing life and the love of story
Verlyn Klinkenborg writes a column for the New York Times. In the piece that appeared last week, he wrote about the wind in a way I thought many of you could relate to: “By evening, even the horses were weary. They had been blown about all day as though they weighed a few ounces instead…
Just wanted to say thanks for the ideas on my story. You brought up some things I hadn’t thought of. If Lucy doesn’t totally space out and panic, she could lock her husband in his trunk or shoot out his tires or something. But this isn’t the point yet where she’s that strong. She’s still…
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving. Java and I went to the bank so I could get some cash before stopping by a pottery show, at a my friend Sue’s neighbor’s house. I really…
I caught this beautiful sunrise yesterday morning. There should be a better description than “beautiful”. None of the adjectives cut it – gorgeous, awesome, spectacular. Perhaps I could say that the purplish shades, highlighted in orange and streaming across the sky, remind me of a sky-sized canvas, that someone has brushed splashes of bright watercolor…
I had a dream, that I would live happily ever after with the man I loved. I had a dream, that we would love each other and take care of each other. Always. I had a dream… And I remind myself. No I yell at myself. To try and get through to the heart that…
Holy Moly! I think October and November got turned around! It broke the 60s today and was sunny all day long! Luke and I were the first ones to arrive at the Rum River park but another trailer pulled in soon after us. By the time I was done riding, there were ten trailers in…
