I think this will be my last post on this topic. This is an excerpt from a novel I wrote in 2016 called, "Letting Go of Pluto." (It has not been published.) Here is a conversation between the two characters, Penny and Miles. It sums up what I need to say on this topic: ... Continue Reading →
On our backs Looking up at the stars You feel overwhelmed Space does that to you "I feel so small." "You're big to me." "I'm a speck. I'm less than a speck." I want to reassure you As gravity holds us to a precious planet The perfect distance from the sun ... Continue Reading →
“When I was a little girl, I was flipping through the television and discovered that old show ‘I Dream of Jeanie’. Have you seen it?” “Yeah, sure. Hot blonde in the genie costume.” “Of course. A hot blonde dressed like a belly dancer, very risqué for the era,” she laughed. “She would nod her head... Continue Reading →
Penny lay stretched out on her belly on my bed, propped up on her elbows with her feet crossed at the ankle. Her feet swayed back and forth as she perused my father’s CD collection for the hundredth time. She studied the inserts that came with the CD's while I studied her instead of... Continue Reading →
Alone. Occasionally, unexpectedly, he arrives at a place where he experiences utter joy in his own company. The feeling is both nostalgic and heartwarming. Here, he loses the clatter of noise that fetters him daily. Here he remembers himself, the self that only he truly knows. If he tries to put the feeling into words,... Continue Reading →
Felina's thoughts were interrupted by a splash of water on her foot. "I have been trying to catch your attention," the fish said. "I have been shouting your name and finally had to splash you to get you to notice me." "Oh, I'm sorry," Felina answered, removing the buds from her ears. "I couldn't... Continue Reading →
Enough, I say Please go away I love you so But what a price I pay I can not endure another word give me the sound Of a chirping bird Or the wind in the trees the waters that flow The sound of a bee humming so low I can not hear Through all... Continue Reading →
Ten beautiful things you can do while procrastinating on your novel: Refill your coffee Try and find just the right music, but spend twenty minutes discovering new music Check your email Touch up your pedicure Read someone else's blog on creativity Check your voicemail Refill your coffee Straighten up your desk Refill your coffee Put... Continue Reading →
Felina walked along the edge of the large pond, feeling sad and brave at the same time. I wonder if there are any fish in this pond? she thought to herself. She knelt at the edge of the pond and dipped her hand into the water and felt around. Something grazed her hand and she... Continue Reading →
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