This morning, I could write about a thousand ideas, but none of them seem sufficiently relevant to me to warrant the expenditure of enough energy to bring those thoughts to life. I start writing about something that’s mildly interesting to me, … Continue reading
Tents spring up all around Hot Springs and Hot Springs Village, beginning June 20; a few weeks before Independence Day. Inside, vast quantities of fireworks are offered for sale. Signs promote 500 firecrackers for $1.99. Curious as to the genesis … Continue reading
I begin to write this at 10:29 pm on the evening before I will post these words. That’s the time I started writing this post; time will tell when I finish it. As I write this, I am listening to Surrexit … Continue reading
Today has not been much of a day for writing, but it has been a day for thinking and other creative endeavors. For instance, I raku fired the two masks below today. The one on top was glazed with copper … Continue reading
Tonight is the final meeting of our local writers’ club for the “season.” We end the club year with dinner at an Italian restaurant. The evening will begin with the food and then progress to a presentation by the managing … Continue reading
It’s just after 4:30 as I begin writing this. I’ve been up for more than an hour, yet I’m still on my first cup of coffee. Sometimes, I measure my acceptance of the day by the coffee I consume, but … Continue reading
What if I were to write an autobiography? A memoir? A semi-fictional recollection of things I’ve yet to do, something like a friend has already begun? What if? Nothing if. It won’t change the curvature of the earth. But it … Continue reading
I read a short story during yesterday afternoon’s read-around at the writers’ conference. I’d read it before, recently, at the local club’s program, L’Audible Art. I think I did a better job this time around; I think it was generally … Continue reading
It’s one thing to be awake in the wee hours of the morning, inside the house. It’s quite another to venture into the darkness outside the door, where all manner of wild beasts may be prowling about; raccoons, skunks, foxes, … Continue reading
You may not want to read this. Especially if you’re not on a high note at the moment. Sometimes, I just write stuff that can’t help but ruin a mood. There’s no question, I sometimes write some pretty strange stuff. The scenes … Continue reading
Let’s see, now, I’ve met, face-to-face, several people through social media. Teresa. Robin and Roger. Tara. Juan. Kathy. Kathy. Cari. Soon, I’ll meet another, Holly. In spite of my occasional rants about how social media tends to be a vacuum … Continue reading
For much of my life, I favored the death penalty. It was an opinion informed not by reason, but by rage. I still feel rage at people who are, or were, unquestionably guilty of horrific acts, but my sense now … Continue reading
Yesterday, a group of people gathered at my house to talk about writing short stories and subjects related to the craft. It was the second such meeting we’ve had to discuss the inspirations for and emotions and mechanics of writing … Continue reading
Yesterday’s explorations began early, encouraged by the promise of a free promotional license plate and the allure of a pancake breakfast. We left the house around 6:15, two and a quarter hours after I got up, an unusually early start for my … Continue reading
My post about the local writers’ event at which I will read tomorrow got me thinking, which is not always a good thing. I will admit to a bit of indignation at something that probably doesn’t deserve a moment of my … Continue reading
I speak a thousand tongues and understand the rest. Fluent in their languages, I communicate with spiders and birds and walruses. I hear grass grow before it breaks the surface of the soil, though the sound competes with the noise of … Continue reading
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Today began dull and blank, but it grew better over time, the way days sometimes do. I was able to do more in my pottery class than I expected. Inasmuch as today was the next-to-last class of the semester, and … Continue reading
Once again, I find myself lacking for anything of merit or interest that belongs here. If something else pops into my head today, I’ll replace this with the “something else.” Otherwise, I will let this stay here for a day … Continue reading
Today, I’ll drive into Little Rock to listen to authors speak about their books, their poems, and their lives on this lonely planet. I’m not in the mood for a solo trip into Little Rock, but duty calls; I am responsible … Continue reading
I once read a description of the color of a woman’s skin that has stayed with me for years. Unfortunately, I don’t know where I read it, nor who wrote it, but it stuck with me. The description said a … Continue reading
I thought I’d gotten over it. But every time I look at the LinkedIn profile of someone who’s still involved with a business or a career, I get pangs of…I don’t know what. On the one hand, I want to … Continue reading
I just stumbled across a post I wrote on January 23, 2011 on another blog that I abandoned some time ago. Reading it made me catch my breath at what I felt when I wrote it and what I still fee. … Continue reading
There was a period when Europeans and, later Americans thought tomatoes were poisonous. Scientists wrote about the horrors of the plant and its fruit. According to an online snippet from a book entitled, In Praise of Tomatoes: Tasty Recipes, Garden Secrets, … Continue reading
Writing is like a drug; it can be a cure or an addiction. Younger men write to prove themselves, to make their marks on the world. Older men write to find themselves. They write to learn what mistakes they must … Continue reading
This is day number 22,454 of my life, which means I was born 3207 weeks and 5 days ago. I’ve experienced fifteen leap years in my life. I’ve experienced just a shade more than 738 months. I was born on a Wednesday … Continue reading
