Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash A hippogriff is an impossible creature. Head and front of an eagle, half of a horse, it is mythical beast, powerful and magical. If J.K.Rowling is to be believed — which works well for me — a hippogriff is proud. You must approach it with respect, bowing to it, and following its lead. If you… Continue reading My Story, the Hippogriff
Photo by Julius Drost on Unsplash Write whenever you can, whatever you can. That’s what I tell those who are desperate to write, but even more pressed for time. Find some way to jot down your ideas, even if it’s the few minutes while you wait to pick someone up from school, between the end of lunch… Continue reading Blurts, Bursts, and Blots
Photo by Bruno Nascimento on Unsplash In his hero shirt, he imagines a different life in which to thrive. ************************************************ Young boy stands, arms outstretched. Wearing his favorite Spider Man shirt, he knows himself ultimate superhero, powerful and brave, strong and smart. Super bad mean guys will always fight him to take over the world, but… Continue reading Making It Up, His Own Way
Photo by pepe nero on Unsplash She seems to be the kind of person I enjoy meeting, talking with late into the night, and getting to know well. From what I can gather, she is energetic, smart, passionate about her work, positive, and fun. I presume this through a quick scan of her excellent website — and from… Continue reading All You Had to Do Was Ask — I Would Have Said Yes and Great Good Would Have Come of It…
Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash The dog needed a name. In the novel that I am writing, the dog needed a name — and the name had to fit a burly, outgoing shepherd mix as well as fit a burly, outgoing man. Later in the story, confusion between dog and significant other comes into play, so a… Continue reading Naming Characters
Photo by rawpixel.com on Unsplash Being lost is a state of mind. Losing yourself in your work, your relationship, your passionate undertaking can be a joyous, map-free plummet into joy. There is also the alternative of losing yourself in your work, your relationship, your passionate whatever where you plummet into formless, timeless vague. You are lost,… Continue reading Not All Who Are Lost…Wander
Photo by Emma Simpson on Unsplash I’m convalescing. Doesn’t that sound serious? It does to me. I hear convalescing and I think ominous, terrible, portentous, but all it really means is I’m recovering from the stunningly awful cough/cold thing that has had me hacking, head aching, miserable for the past few weeks. Early on, the doctor did… Continue reading If I Pull a Muscle Coughing, Does It Count as Exercise?