A Writing Life
And so
the week begins.a scarlet sunrise under dark lavender clouds
inside, I question every word I tap out
whywhywhywhywhy
shhhhhh…breath
one after another
loosens the clutch-y feeling
I think about the diabolical idiocy of being human
able to notice a…
Sundays
I used to hate Sunday. It was the day before school began. It was day before the mouse trap snapped. It was the day before hum-drum routines took us down. Sundays made me feel sad and nervous. Friday was my…Teaching
Today I am teaching a class on crafting openings that will make your readers lean in. I have had many writing teachers. Many. Great. Good. Bad. Terrible. Fortunately the terrible ones have faded and I only remember the positive ones,…Too Much To Do…
When I moved into my first apartment and put that one key on my empty key ring, I remember thinking, “Oh man, I’m an adult now. Pretty soon, I’ll have lots of keys to lots of doors.” For some reason,…A Simple Morning
To my left, on a table are two books. Two really good books. I am reading them at the same time. Two chapters a day each. They are beautiful stories. Not complicated. Somehow, their simplicity stirs images and memories in…Precious Perfection-Part Two
More about the bane of perfection: Waiting to speak upwaiting to be completely “right”
waiting to have all the t’s crossed. i’s dotted
waiting to stun everyone into silence
with your unassailable brilliance. Oh my god…how effed up is…
Why Not?
I took part in a Writers League of Texas panel this week. The topic was restarting projects: How to begin or re-begin something. Hmmm… Yes, getting yourself to sit down can be hard. Or sometimes sitting down AND believing yourself…Precious Perfection
I’m starting to feel precious about each word I’m writing in this space. I’m judging each one. The joy is leaking out. I’m going for perfection which sucks (Danger: Swearing ahead.) because perfection doesn’t exist. Well, maybe it does for…The Wind
Last night the wind shifted.Abruptly.
Yesterday, the lazy air from the Gulf
Drifted around my neighborhood
Lounged with damp fingers on the flagstones.
A sweaty dame on a chaise lounge
too bored to get up and leave.
The north…
L2-Writing Right Now
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