Where do you write? I write in my mind. But I can’t get completely in to my mind if I’m in certain places physical.

Home is the worst. Too easily distracted by tasks and jobs that are ongoing. Dishes, laundry, yard work, all these things seem to call to me. And they’re not calling pleasantly. Dammit.

That’s not to say that you, or I, can’t write at home. It just requires some planning. You need a place in the home that has no other purpose. [Read more…]

When people ask me what I do, and I tell them I write, I get some pretty interesting responses. I’ve had people tell me they think it must be interesting to read as a writer. And I think, “But you’re a writer.”
I’ve had people say they’ve always wanted to be a writer and some day they intend to do just that. And I think, “But you’re already a writer.”

I’ve had people say they’ll never be a writer, they can’t write. And I think, “But you are already a writer.” [Read more…]

I am a lot of things it turns out. I’m a crusader for equality of all kinds, I’m a musician and song writer, a blogger, a journalist, a bit of an amateur graphic artist, and a photographer.
I take pride in all of these things, and while I don’t think of myself as wildly successful at any one of them (more like mildly successful at one or two of them) there is, it turns out, another thing that I am that helps with all my other endeavours. [Read more…]

For fifty-five years words have been my constant companion. When I was an infant I struggled to recognize them, as a child I needed to master understanding them, saying them, using them. When my grandmother taught me to read and write, my four year old mind was in heaven.

As a young person I was led to believe that my life would be easier if I found a vocation and stuck to it. And it was understood that a vocation involved hard physical work, or being trained in a highly technical trade. [Read more…]