You may have heard or read about authors or other artists having problems with depression or other mental disorders. I've often pondered why this is the case. Perhaps it's because we have to be so connected to and aware of our emotions and the emotions of our creations. Perhaps our lives were predisposed to depression... Continue Reading →
Secrets from the Writing Desk
Have you ever had the visual in your head of a writer sitting down at a typewriter or computer with the words just flowing with brilliance and eloquence in one never ending string of beauty? Well, I have a hard truth for you. Are you ready? Writing isn't like that. That's a fiction created for... Continue Reading →
We Worshiped Storms
We worshiped storms, friends with the wind, as we dared to laugh above the crying, watching dreams soar away into a thousand shadows.
The Sweet Spot
There's a bay of windows on the north side of the library where my office is. It's one of my happy places. Every afternoon, I take a walk through the stacks to stretch my legs, then go to the windows to soak in the beauty and recharge. I think it's important for every writer (and... Continue Reading →
A Child’s Breath Away
There is a new magnet poem on my desk on this Monday afternoon. I had a busy weekend full of writing projects: putting together this website, editing chapter 1 of A Light from the Ashes, and plotting out my literary fiction piece. The editing consisted of actual cutting and pasted with a paper copy of chapter 1. ... Continue Reading →