One topic that surfaces at every writer conference, writer retreat, writing meeting, writer get-to-gether, writing book, and every other writer event you can think of, is point of view.
Once in a blue moon (note to self: what the heck does “blue moon” mean?? I better look that up first chance I get) I find a piece of clothing so perfect that I wear it forever.
Right now, hanging in my closet, is a red cardigan sweater I got from my husband for Christmas 27 years ago. It is so comfortable, and cozy and nice to wear that it will be cherished until the last thread unravels and it is no longer a recognizable shape. You probably have something like that in your closet, too. Continue reading
So, my bathroom is under construction. Ever been there? What an ordeal.
The entire house is dusty, chalky footprints everywhere.
A friend of mine was enlisted to help move items from his uncle’s house after he passed away. His sister said there was something she wanted and he generously offered the service of him and their brother to get it for her. Continue reading
Often we, the Paddle Creek Writers Group, meet at St. Louis Bread Co (called Panera Bread in other areas) to write and chat and eat and pretend we are writing.
This was the case on a recent Thursday afternoon/evening.
Behind me were two young men having a conversation. I could not tear my ears away. Continue reading
Today I have a great deal of compassion for the harried rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland.” He ran around all chicken-without-a-head like shouting “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date.” This entry was to have been done by 6 AM this morning and—I put it off until the last minute—and had a crisis and now I’m late. The crisis involved dog, eye, vet, medicine and hopefully—healing. However, it also has made me crazy as I cannot abide being tardy for anything. Continue reading
Years ago, when I lived in Tokyo (the one in Japan not the one in Los Angeles), a friend and I bought tickets for a charity event to tour the ten most beautiful private gardens in the city. The thought of being up close and personal in such loveliness had us in a high state of anticipation for days. We learned our excitement was justified. Continue reading
Okay, back to my Amtrak trip. Did I mention that we boarded in the rain…the pouring-down, watch-out-the-dam-doesn’t break, get-the-kids –to-the roof -type of rain? Did I mention that our car was the last one on the train and that there was no cover over us as we walked to our car so that we looked like drowned rats by the time we got on board? Never mind. That was probably the highlight of the trip, (After the bacon episode, of course.)
Inspiration. In-spi-ra-tion. A good idea.
There are several definitions of inspiration in Mr. Webster’s dictionary. One of them is “something that makes someone want to do something or that gives someone an idea about what to do or create: a force that inspires someone,”— but the one I like best is “A good idea.” Short and to the point. Continue reading
It’s just past midnight and my eyes are glazing over. The Mad Men marathon on AMC is addictive and I am now officially hooked. It’s a shame I turned it on, because today was my deadline for finishing the procrastination article.
Actually, until Don Draper appeared on my TV screen, I was making good progress. I had come up with an idea, done some research, outlined my thoughts and typed a title— 17 Sure Fire Ways to Keep From Procrastinating on the computer. Unfortunately, at that point. I decided to relax for a minute and switched on the television. Just to unwind. Big mistake. Continue reading