Thoughts on Living the Life Creative
Mary Alice Johnson stopped in mid-transit between the kitchen and the living room. Crouching at the end of the hallway was her five-year-old son, Stewie. He was sitting back on his heels, knees up under his chin with his arms wrapped around his legs. It was an unusual position to find the boy. What caught... Continue Reading →
(I attended a "Writers Salon" put on by the wonderful folks at James River Writers late last year. An interesting evening. JRW is a great local writer's organization. The exercise was to do some "free writing" in a short period of time. Don't worry about editing or spelling, just write. The prompt is those first two... Continue Reading →
I have no idea how I forgot to post this one! For the second time in five or six attempts, I completed the NaNoWriMo challenge! NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month and takes place each November. The goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days. That sounds like an enormous... Continue Reading →
I’m all set. The car is clean, seat adjusted, my window sign carefully affixed. The first call arrives just as I leave the highway and enter the city proper. A young woman on her way to the gym. She’s forgiving when I’m a couple minutes late. The app and I are still getting to know... Continue Reading →
Seems like I've talked more about the obstacles to creativity recently than actually being creative. Let's see if we can't change that. I recently stumble across a blog for short fiction called "The Drabble". It has been a struggle to find quality short fiction sites that are active. This site actually does fiction, non-fiction,... Continue Reading →
I'm going to ask you to make a larger investment in this blog post than normal. What comes next will make much more sense if you watch this video. This is Ash Beckham, an LGBT advocate, delivering a TEDx talk in Boulder CO. It's 11 minutes long but worth the time. It's not really about what... Continue Reading →
All of my life I have been a story teller. My earliest memory involving stories is from kindergarten when I acted out the story of Abiyoyo as sung by Pete Seeger. My memory says I was a hit. As life went on I found more ways to tell stories. I went on stage for the first... Continue Reading →
In the end it was nothing at all like in the movies. The space ship from another planet didn't choose New York or London or Moscow. Bolts of energy didn't vaporize landmarks or disintegrate tanks. There were no little green men or big silver robots or musical exchanges of ideas. It didn't even look “right”.... Continue Reading →
Danny wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. “You have to decide soon. No matter what I support you. Ask yourself this – what would he say?” She could hear the tiredness in his voice. They were all so tired now. He kissed her hair, stroked her arm gently and moved... Continue Reading →
About two thirds of my life is behind me now. I'm a little bit pissed about that. I'm pissed because I spent an awful lot of those years on stupid things. Not wine, women and song kinds of stupid things. Hell with a little restraint those kinds of stupid things would be preferable... Continue Reading →
Stories Are My Life 