“What are you doing?” She could see what he was doing, of course: He was sitting in an easy chair, staring at the spot up across the room where the light green paint of the wall met the white of the ceiling. He had a blank page in his lap and a pen in hisContinue reading “I Meta Writer”
The day began in clarity. “Good morning, world! Thank you for the rest,” he cried. “You know who I am; I know who I am. I’m glad we had this chat; let’s get down to business.” Harmonies poured from his soul — answers snapped to his fingers — his mind and body answered the call.Continue reading “A brief conversation with Almighty God”
Does it become a poem whenI place the words just so ? Does poetry dependupon spaces andreturns? I hear poetry in an autumn breeze even if I describe it in a short paragraph, taking up all of the space between the margins. Is itany lesspoetryfor the margins?
A few years back, not that long ago, I poured out about 10 chapters of a story that remains unfinished, which I have dubbed “The Girl, The Alien, and Me” on my list of unfinished projects that I still hope to finish someday. The story stalled after the death of a character named Buzz, aContinue reading “Buzz cries out to live”
The place was a dive. Old photographs of famous people who once ate there hung on the walls, but none of the pictures was newer than somewhere in the mid 1970s. Faded wallpaper was starting to peel at the seams. The place smelled somewhere between a campground latrine and the morning after a frat houseContinue reading “Jackpot – based on a true story”
He cracked his knuckles and started writing, and his curiosity was piqued by the character who appeared on the page before him. “Ya think I’m some circus animal who can just pop out of nowhere and do my tricks, don’t ya?” said the curious being. It was an amazing sight. The voice sounded like aContinue reading “The would-be wordsmith’s nightmare”
“Small steps are great. But you gotta keep walking.” A guest on Joanna Penn’s “The Creative Penn” podcast said that some years ago, and I wrote it down and posted it above my writing station. I forgot to write down who said it, though. My bad. At the time I didn’t have a lot ofContinue reading “Reminders at my work station”