Category Archives: WRITING

We’ve talked about this in class, and it’s one of those things that are never clearly answered–unless you’re James Frey and have never been a dope addict. Lisa at Eudaemonia has an excellent post today on how much of ourselves … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A tiny overlap and continued narrative: You light a cigarette and drag the phone cord through the kitchen, out the door, into the garage because your wedding vows included never smoking in the house. But you won’t tell Brad that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So here you are, close to ten years married,  and the phone rings and you don’t recognize the caller ID phone number which makes you curious so you pick it up and say hello and a sexy baritone from deep … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There is a look about a liar, though he is not unique in telling tales with just a glance.  There is a hungriness colored by an expectation, a joy of moving to within the reach of dreams. I know this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Outside the bedroom window, a full moon paints the backyard with a brush of snow. Despite the knowing of the seasons I still look close to comprehend. Continue reading →

Tossed around the idea of resurrecting the old Narratives Tunxis Writers Group with Jim yesterday, but in the meantime, for anyone interested, attached below is the introduction flyer to the newly forming writers group under the Fine Arts Connection of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

To expand a bit on the notion brought up in the class notes, I would think that there is a balance–not a compromise–that a writer may wish to strive to achieve in his writing, and that is one that is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I once belonged to an online critique group.  I gradually left the group because except for just one or two members, they appeared to be tied in to the beginning rules of writing, adamant about sticking to them and disdainful … Continue reading → Continue reading →

An example (one of many) of editing out unnecessary information: Old version: “Well it must work.” It was what he had to say because twelve days out of a yearcouldn’t overcome the influence of the others. These days he treaded … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Even the submitting doesn’t halt the editing process.  While I’ve naturally saved a copy of the piece as submitted for class workshop, I’ve gone ahead and done some rewriting on my own.  Hopefully I’ve already picked up on some of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Was a bit strange to write straight narrative, to keep typing have it automatically run onto another ‘page’ rather than visually gauge what size limitations a Writing Space in hypertext may offer. (They can go on as long as you … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Finished a story that I started just the other day and turned it in for workshop.  Did my best to catch things as they were written but I’d really consider this a first draft.  Won’t say what I’ll be working … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Odd indeed, the way a story rolls itself out. The scene could have been from battle, though I vaguely thought it could have been a camping trip gone bad.  Instead, the beginning of the ending–which is told at the beginning–seems … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Appropriately coming right after Carver’s Cathedral and our discussion of the blind man, we find we can take heart that in this audio-visual world of today’s story, there are still new possibilities open for the lowly writer: Porn for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Here’s the story developing: The night rumbled as if dark was a sound.  A slight breeze blew from no particular direction.  It carried a pale scent of smoke.  A wood fire sort of smoke.  He forced himself onward through the … Continue reading → Continue reading →