Writer in Waiting

I don’t want to say that the waiting is the hardest part.  I think that would be awfully naive of me.  However, it isn’t one of the easy parts.  I’m anxious all the time, with some combination of dread and excitement churning beneath my feet like rudders on the boats I watch everyday in the…

Why?

Sometimes it isn’t the time to be deep and philosophical, but a time to retreat to something simple.  It seems the older I get, the more I realize this.  Maybe I’m going backwards like Benjamin Button, or maybe I’m getting smarter and realizing in those deep meanings we assign things in life is where the trouble exists. …

The Roaring Lost

I want to feel the tingle when the era romances me. I don’t want to find it in a book, but I want to fall into it one day, find some kind of secret door that takes me there, like a wardrobe takes children to Narnia. I want to be blinded by the rose-colored buildings…

Drama and Charm

I’ve decided that so many writers come out of the South, not only because of the charm, but because of the drama.  The drama may even be the charm.  Oh, how dramatic we are, bless our sweet hearts!  We are all dramatic because our mothers’ are dramatic, as were their own.  I think it is…

The End of a Mid-Winter Night’s Dream

The holidays are a whirlwind.  I can’t decide if I forget who I really am, or find who I really am during that period of time.  It’s a foggy place.  In one sense, I never feel more like myself from that slumber from the real world that occurs every December.  I get to just be…

Delicious

I don’t control my writing ideas, which is great in a certain way.  They aren’t synthetic or forced by any means.  However, I can have a little trouble getting away from period pieces.  I’m not drawn to a particular era…it’s just old ghosts in general.  I’ve bounced around, having love affairs with the civil-war era, antebellum…

Finding Checkmate

My writing and I have reached a stalemate.  I have a thousand stories running through my head, but I can’t make a move. I’m locked into the throes of the writing world, but I’m starting to feel like I’m in handcuffs. It isn’t writer’s block, quite the contrary. I get a new idea when the…

Being Tinker Bell

I have a friend who’s a photographer; a very artistic one to say the least.  I’ve noticed he likes to capture personalities.  Whether he is shooting a landscape, building, or human being, he tends to present it in a thematic way that depicts certain aspects of its character. I helped him in a photo shoot…

Sweating the Scott out of Me

The picture above is the best thing I’ve ever seen.  When I first laid eyes on it, the little writer goose bumps on my arms woke up and stretched.  Whoever drew this was a freaking genius, and the tagline is second to none.  I’m slightly disappointed I hadn’t already come up with this myself. I…

Anarchy

For me, writing is like that place in childhood where I didn’t care if my dress was dirty or how many mosquito bites I had.  It is that place where curiosity lured me into thorn bushes, though I’d never know my skin had been pierced.  The literary world is the place I go to escape…