“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms … “ (The opening words of “You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova) Two events have me wondering about my writer’s soul. I am creating a working definition based upon the importance of truthful observation and expression in all its shades of black […]
“Blow and suck!” “What?” I said, red in the face and dripping sweat from exertion. “I said, blow and suck.” She wasn’t red in the face. She wasn’t breaking a sweat. Things were happening on her end. “Are you sure?” I asked as I caught my breath. “Yes.” She said demonstrating easily. No panting. No […]
First thing, I wanted to say thank you for all the lovely personal responses to my last blog. It was frighteningly vulnerable to write such a very personal narrative of what happened the night of Rod’s death. Each communication – the comments, the personal emails, the phone calls, and the precious spoken words – means […]
I have been accused of smacking my readers over the head, being preachy and judgmental. I am. Working on it. Trying for more subtlety. But damn me if I don’t think my readers sometimes deserve the full truth. Raw. Blunt. I hate flu season. Not the disease so much but the season. I hate snow. […]
After spending most of my Thanksgiving weekend writing, I took my story to writing group. “So what do you think?” I asked. There was a heavy silence that said, “Not so much.” ‘Not enough love’ was the takeaway. Thinking about this, I wondered if my definition of love was getting in the way. While waiting […]