A bullhorn in the desert.
Having a blog is an odd thing. It’s like doing a coffee house reading without the coffee. Or the house. Or the stage. Or the microphone. Or the faces. Hmm…. Read more »
Having a blog is an odd thing. It’s like doing a coffee house reading without the coffee. Or the house. Or the stage. Or the microphone. Or the faces. Hmm…. Read more »
There’s a full outline and 15,000 words of one particular novel written and waiting. I put it aside when I started the MFA program because, well, sometimes you just have… Read more »
It’s odd what you can find on a college campus. These were outside the Art building. Someone’s project?
When the phone rang this morning I immediately jumped up to answer. After all, every phone call has potential. It might be a long lost friend looking to reconnect, a… Read more »
I’ve been so successful in quashing my desire to write for the last six months that I truly feared that it was gone forever. Sure, I’d written a little here,… Read more »
It must an -ism of some sort. There’s no other logical explanation. Maybe it’s blondism, the deep dislike and distrust of women with blond hair. I used to run into… Read more »
I’m so confused! On one hand, I deplore the racist words said by Donald Sterling. On the other, I believe people have the right to say whatever they want in… Read more »
Everyone has a favorite type of story. Some like deep, dark mysteries that keep a person guessing whodunit until the very last minute. Others enjoy light-hearted comedies that give the… Read more »
Who cares if it’s just a simple vase of flowers that catches the eye as I walk in the door. Or an interesting shadow created by a solitary ray of… Read more »
Street view of our hidden house. Many people walk by without even realizing it is there! But the street view doesn’t compare to the view from my front door. I… Read more »