Thoughts on Living the Life Creative
In a previous life, I was a radio announcer. Unlike writing, there is no editing process in live radio. The best on-air personalities prepare in advance, so they always know what’s next any time they open the microphone. Once that happens, there is no going back. You have to live with that instant of creativity.... Continue Reading →
Where do you get your best work done? There are lots of stories about where creative folk get their best ideas (mine usually come when I can't record them – driving, in the shower, in the middle of the night), but I don't see as much about the environment where those ideas can be created.... Continue Reading →
When I got started writing “seriously” (there’s a topic for another day!), I thought it was pretty straight forward. You write. You edit. You re-write. After a couple rounds, you submit it to a publishing site (my original intent was always self-publishing), and you’re done. Well, other than basking in the glow of work well... Continue Reading →
I see this question pop up in various forms, on the writers’ forums and pages I follow. The essential question is “Do writers need to read?” The overwhelming response is always yes. I am intrigued by the small but vociferous minority that says “no”. From the perplexing (I hate reading and I never read) to... Continue Reading →
The post that follows may mark me as a purist, a snob, or a grumpy old writer. So be it. It’s not my intention to be any of the above. I’m just not a fan of the term “flash fiction”. I don’t like any of its sibling terms either. Not “micro” or “sudden” or “quick”... Continue Reading →
The amount of energy that gets expended on the debate between E-books and traditional (DTB – Dead Tree Books) always amazes me. Because there’s not really a “debate” to be had. There is a clear and simple answer to the question. I’ll get to that in a minute. If you read through the threads, it... Continue Reading →
On the days that the words do not flow, this is the question on the top of my mind. Writing can be the hardest work in my world or the easiest. There doesn’t appear to be anything in the middle. The words flow like water coming down a mountain or they disappear into the darkest... Continue Reading →
Over the years, there is an accusation (quite just, I assure you) that I have an evil sense of humor. It's not so much that I am constantly torturing people with puns, Dad jokes and other snarky forms of humor. It's more that I seem such a normal, even boring sort of person. So, when... Continue Reading →
With all the prose writing I do, I also do a bit of poetry. At least, I think of this as poetry. Seems like a good time to share it here. Petrichor I do not know the word For the smell. It is the smell of rain, Rain on the hot pavement of summer. You... Continue Reading →
I have ideas for stories and novels that will sell millions of copies. They will set me financially for life. Based on those works, I will win awards and be invited to speak around the world. There’s only one problem. I can’t remember any of them. Not one. Not any detail of them. Not... Continue Reading →
Stories Are My Life 