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 Micheile Henderson on Unsplash “Okay,” said Bill, smothering a wince. “I’ll sacrifice the bean bag chair.” “Sacrifice?” said Tina. “It’s not a sacrifice. It should have died when you graduated college.” “I love that chair. That’s where I do all my best thinking,” he said, grabbing her around the waist, pressing his face into… Continue reading My Next Pick Is
Photo by Serge Esteve on Unsplash Tea cups clink “The usual,” they say Waiter nods Flees table He gazes around, she chews Another dread meal.
Photo by Ylanite Koppens from Pexels It was long past time. He wanted to sleep in his downstairs bed, only no one was doing what he needed. It is in his favorite room. The floor is warm from the furnace beneath, the sun streams in the windows. The room is cozy, comfortable with no winter-chilled air… Continue reading Motives of the Beast
Siri on pexels.com I’m looking toward a slog. It is forbidding tangle, epic challenge, more dubious than ever imagined — and promises to be even more twisty and strange once I get into it. Revising story is like that. I’m heading for that point of light winking from far, far away. I cannot wait to stamp… Continue reading Working With Story. Will Be Back Later. Response Not Required…But It Would Have Been Swell.
Photo by Kaboompics.com on pexels.com The young man lounged tall in ski boots, shocking clear blue eyes crinkled in amazement. “You’re a writer! Hey, so’s my girlfriend! I have a question. Where do you write? I mean, do you have to be all isolated, all solitary and alone, or can you be out in public,… Continue reading When WHAT Matters More than WHERE
Author photo, with temporary loan from generous, watchful dog It was one of the best meals I ever had. We were in Tuscany at a renowned restaurant with antique chestnut chairs and pine chests, wrought iron fixtures, attentive waitstaff, and starched white linens. Our day had been filled with driving, sightseeing, going wherever we wanted at… Continue reading The Memory That Remains