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 →
Dear Jeff, I recently finished your book and felt compelled to write you a letter. This isn't my typical response to a book I enjoy. Usually, I praise the book to someone I know will like appreciate it as I do, then I put it directly in their hands. But I'm not sure I know... Continue Reading →
It seemed like a good idea at the time, naming different forms of loneliness, that is. I guess if I had more time I could have spit them all out in quick concession, but I had to do life and this particular project lost it's momentum. It was never fueled by loneliness, just an interest... 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 →
Do you read fiction? (God, I hope if you're reading this the answer is a big fat YES!) When trying to describe what genre I read, I usually say, "Good fiction." I know. Pretty ambiguous. Thankfully I recently read an article where the author gave a friction break down that really explained it well: Commercial... 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 →
I enjoy reading about the writing process in an effort to improve, but ultimately, what works for me, works for me. I worry about become too conscious of writing, something I think should be natural. Most of the tips I hear seem like common sense, so I hesitate to share my own practices.... Continue Reading →
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