Category Archives: WRITING

You’ve got to understand, those were hard times.  So yes, I did kill my husband, but there was a reason why it happened as it did. Continue reading →

Not. Just, not. Continue reading →

It was on the twenty-seventh day that trouble started.  Jerome was cold and hungry, weak.  Tom and he had talked the days and food away and there was nothing new to say.  The silence put the thought into their heads.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Interesting concept: the output of the creative mind can get misinterpreted, misspelled and change in meaning In yet another going-over of A Bottle of Beer, this sentence was questioned: As Yolanda dozed, half in the world of the sun and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One of the funny comments Jim Murphy made about Yolanda was that she was the type he could see would open the beer bottle with her teeth.  He’d seen it done.  It hurt my teeth to even think of it. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The words rumbled across the desk, drifted and hung above the man and woman sitting there.  The woman turned and looked at the man, reached for his hand.  His shoulders rounded, softened as she watched. She blinked and changed and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Riding home from Goshen, a Waylon CD playing in the car, some of the saddest words I’ve ever heard: Is there any way that you can leave a little at a time….? I need time to make adjustments of the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Wanted to give the same attention in editing to a Storyspace piece I’d finished a couple of months ago as I’d given A Bottle of Beer.  What a drag. I love the story that’s made up of parallel stories in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’ve gotten these categories all messed up by placing notes on writing itself within the writing category which was supposed to be for my own work but then, the first piece is in Hypertextopia, there’s a couple of short-shorts here, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Three things overnight and into this morning combined into this posting.  In class, I was faced with the fact that my obsession with Yolanda was born out of a personal current experience, that I not only felt an empathy with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The scene: Morning light in a carless garage The players: Two motorcycles and two Hitchcock rocking chairs. The place in time: The rockers from two generations gone. The bikes from a once more daring spouse. The story:  Could be anything… Continue reading →

Definite gap in the program here at the Tunxis CC Writers Festival scheduled for Wednesday, April 23rd — a class night though the program will be mainly into music by the time our class starts and yes, music is another … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Two students promised more indepth critique on A Bottle of Beer, and though I’ve been working hard on editing it these past two weeks, I’m looking forward as well to their notes. Don’t know what’s going to happen to this … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Roberta at Elusive Abstractions shows off her two month-old grandson (that’s the Awwwh!) and then goes on to share a wonderful scene with her older grandson who at five has discovered the power of writing: What I really want to … Continue reading → Continue reading →