The Writing Life 12/13

The Mess That Is Me

I rewrite things to death. I fret over it, change it, lengthen it, shorten it, and then put it aside for a few months only to pull it...

This dream of being a writer started with the opening of a book when I was a tyke. It was the enjoyment I received of getting lost...

All those who wish to live longer, please stand up! No, really, get off your tush and move around. You’ve been told your whole life...

It’s the middle of summer, which means the stores are about to be flooded with decorations and the shelves stocked with bargains that...

My first fictional “baby” was sent out of the nest this past weekend. Circle of Justice is actually a story I wrote almost twenty years...

When the boys were younger it seemed that every gift they asked for had to be put together. They weren’t satisfied with action figures...

I had to admit; when he told me that he had been in a competition for stand up comics I just couldn’t see it. I mean, he just didn’t...

I think in rabbit trails. I’m told that I talk that way as well, but I can’t help it. I start talking about a topic and something is said...

Everyone has a vision for their life, something they either see themselves doing or somewhere they want to live or visit. They have...

In elementary school I started using whatever I could to act out elaborate story lines: Star Wars figures, six penny nails, my sister’s...