Flowers and Sunshine

I used to wonder why I always want to write when I’m angry.  Why do those things that twist around like metal from a ravaged junkyard find a way of spilling out of the fingertips?  What is it about the angst, anxiety, worry, and fret that makes creative juices leave the safety of simmer and…

Talking About My Generation

It’s no secret at all that I like to write period pieces.  I’ll dabble a bit in the high 1800s, but it’s the twentieth century I like to tap dance all over.  The dash between 1900 and 2000 fascinates me, and I never thought about why until last night when I had one of my…

The Heat

I’ve recently noticed certain areas of the country seem to be artistic hot spots, with an “it” factor bubbling beneath the surface.  Because of the juice radiating out, they become meccas for artists, musicians, and writers.  I started pondering what creates these locations that the arts orbit around like the sun.  They cannot be chosen at…

What is it about The South?

     Lately The South has been on my mind a lot.  I’m elbow deep in my latest writing project, which takes place around the birth of rock n’ roll in various parts of the southern United States. My first novel focused on the pre and post civil war eras, so over the past few years I’ve found myself researching…

On the Love of Literature

     At one time, for actually a quite long period of time, I thought I wanted to teach high school English.  I had romantic ideas about how I would share my love of literature and language with the students in such a way that they would actually understand why we learn it.  It isn’t about…