It happened again: I became a better writer. It’s true. Not that it was anything I did. In fact, I haven’t pecked at the keys, studied the craft, or even read for pleasure in months. Strictly speaking, all I did… Read More ›
why i write
A Writer’s Leap
Sixth-graders come in two camps: those that giggle with uncontrollable joy when presented with a dead frog and an X-Acto knife, and those that shake their heads in protest, cry, vomit, or somehow manage to skip class on dissection day…. Read More ›
My Writing Process: A Blog Hop Stop
Hop, Skip, and Jump What better way to get me back in the ring than a blog hop? According to author Tom Lucas, “Blog Hops are these neat little things where different bloggers build bridges between their worlds and hopefully introduce… Read More ›
Writing About Disjoint
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot – it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive. –Maya… Read More ›
A Letter In Trees
After a five minute hike through fairly dense woods in Santa Barbara, I found a climbable rock and pulled myself up to its flattest surface. I shielded the sun that poked through the meadow’s canopy and settled onto the cool, biased, granite…. Read More ›
Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections (Why I Write)
Wayward words tumble like elbows, knees, and toes fall into the gut of a man pushed down a padded flight of stairs. Padded stairs? Yes, padded stairs – just in case I’m that man, so that I can survive to… Read More ›
Teen Age Idol
Who did I idolize as a teenager? I gave myself sixty-seconds to think about it and concluded that the better question is who didn’t I idolize as a teenager? Like many, during the awkward teenage years, I idolized anyone that:… Read More ›
I Know You Are but What Am I?
What if someone (let’s say Pee Wee Herman, for kicks) told you that you could travel back to any time and place? I pondered this question for a few minutes and toured just a few of the almost endless possibilities…. Read More ›
Time Is on My Side
as time counts up the more remarkable we need to be to remark on what it is we want others to see as time counts count down our memories grow expectations molded for us show time slows for the fortunate… Read More ›
The Sound of Our Souls
How often are our footsteps the only thing we hear? I’d venture to say it’s a rarity, living and working in the city, which is such a shame as the world beneath us is so large yet we seldom pay… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 