Have you ever been on the rocks? It’s a nautical term. Specifically it originated as a sailing term. It means that you can’t maneuver in any direction other than into peril. Specifically, the wind is such and the gear is such that you are heading for a reef or rocky shore and you do not have the time, skill, manpower and wind to save you from an assured wreck.
I’ve been there. Well, I mean, I’ve been in a situation where nothing I could do Read more
There’s a vast difference between a failure to be able to communicate what is in your heart, and having writer’s block. Writer’s block seems to be the result of not really having your heart in Read more
There are, it turns out one million four hundred and fifty three thousand and twelve reasons for my not writing at any given time. This number has been carefully calculated and I assure you of two things, one that it is accurate to within point oh seven reasons, and two … that I have no intention of counting those reasons again just to check.
I also, have no intention of going over the entire list with you. I will, in this space provided, list off some of the ones that are more likely to Read more
If someone is trying to solve a murder mystery, or even write one, they need to provide the suspect with three things. The suspect has to have means, motive, and opportunity.
When you’re writing, your work has to have a story to tell (means), it has to be told in a palatable way (motive), and it has to be made available to people to be read (opportunity).
And sadly, all three of these tasks fall, to a certain extent, under the heading of Read more
“Writing practice is like making bread!” I’d said, though I wasn’t sure at the time why I’d said it.
It started while I was making bread, I’d gotten a message that my turn to post here on our blog was fast approaching. I don’t know how you deal with, or feel about deadlines. For me there is a combined sense of excitement … and of dread.
I don’t share this here much, but I have ADHD. Deadlines are the enemy of many of my Read more
I love dramatic statements. It’s something like swearing in church. Or at least swearing when people aren’t used to you swearing.
I try to control my language as much as possible. Not because I feel I need to be polite all the time or because I fear any great risk for my afterlife or even for my reputation.
No, I refrain from swearing when I think to, because that way, when I do let fly with some expletive, people F*cking well believe that I am serious. (sorry, but you get my point, right?)
I’m many things. I’ve had many jobs. I’ve had several educations in various things.
Yes, I’m a writer. And yes, I know a lot of very unusual things, trivia, minutia, facts and factoids, things that I almost have no business knowing.
It all comes from having been so many things in life and done so many jobs.
I’ve talked occasionally about some of those jobs. I’ve worked in kitchens and on construction sites. I’ve worked in a printing plant, and on farms. I’ve been an auctioneer and I’ve been a second hand dealer and I’ve been an antique dealer. I’ve been a computer programmer, and I’ve been a computer technician.
