The road follows its own course, we’re just along for the ride. We stare at the road presented before us, its trees, thorns ad cracked and splintered surface, but what … Continue reading Finding Your Own Road.
As a child I remember my father critiquing me for anything he believed I did wrong. If I stood with my hands on my hips, “That looks Gay”, or when … Continue reading Writing Critiques and How TM has changed my view.
Searching through the files of our lives, they must look like the deleted technology of a long-lost civilization, long burnt down, crashed and falling to ash. We watch the reel, … Continue reading Writing Through the Falling Ash
They gather in the field, each one of them finding something they hadn’t thought would be there. Standing in the sun, the crisp air moving through the pasture, the scent … Continue reading Writer’s and their Window Dressing.
The laughter, pain and confusion of the day rolls by. We’re seething with what we’ve seen, but we put that away, stare at a blank screen and write. Daily we … Continue reading Writing and finding the Honey Pot