The 4 AM moths

  Sleeping has never been difficult for me - more it's waking up that seems the challenge - but I find that as I get older, waking up at 4 in the morning is becoming a regular thing. I've even seen more than a few dawns lately, something I thought I'd left behind. More of…

Writing classes, or how to spend lots of money without really having to write

I'm guilty. I've been signing up for writing classes since I started writing way back when my youngest was 2 or so (He's in his late 20's). I've done college classes (excellent), online courses (variable).  Like Claudia Casper, I love literary festivals as well (SO fun and full of kindred spirits and one was in Iceland,…

Indecision…

"The problem," says Elizabeth Gilbert, "...is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice."   But then, Neil Gaiman (a person I gush over regularly, unlike Elizabeth Gilbert, who, though okay, is given to bromides) says: "Face your…

On being seen…

There's a lovely foolish Monty Python "military" training film on 'How Not To Be Seen.'  In the clip, people are hiding, NOT BEING SEEN, and then they are asked to stand up. Once they do so, they are either shot or blown to smithereens. I feel viewing this in my formative teens MAY have had…

Now is the Summer of our Discontent

Made impossible torment by this fog of humidity And all the clouds upon the horizon looming Lessen not the damp through lightning or storming Now our brows are laced with gobs of sweat Our pale-white arms hidden from the sun as we search for coolth And fierce horns presage the coming of ships Shrouded in…

Hanging out in a liminal space

I have a feeling of being in transition, of being in between the not anymore and the not yet. I've been chewing on it ever since I saw my dear friend incarcerated in his body from a stroke, and struggling in a nursing home. The push onto the threshold is also because this is my…

The post-conference slump

I am a terrible person. I go to these writing conferences  (Iceland.....) and come home, alight with the possibilities in writing, and then I find myself committing acts of extreme procrastination so I don't have to actually get down to it. And yet, the conference makes me feel like I NEED to be writing. Ergo: guilt…