The heat, the humidity, or how big can my hair get?


I’m at the end of my tether. It’s so humid here every bit of my furniture is soggy. The boxes I’ve already packed for my move are looking saggy. And the cat is three times his normal size. I love the Maritimes. I love the smell of the sea, the ships going by, the feel…

Last night I went to Manderley again, or how excavating one’s old writing can be a godsend


Pandemic blues. That’s what I put it down to, the lethargy caused by being trapped in place, uncertain of the future, a bit frightened of it, eating way too many carbs all day and they waking at 3 AM vowing to do better, only to rewake at 7 and head directly to the carb cupboard.…

Evaluating…or those artists who self-isolate in the woods – did it work for them?


So here we are, heavily into the pandemic, learning how to talk to ourselves just so we can test our vocal muscles. I am following the advice for keeping a car running, and taking my voice out once a week for a trot around the verbal block. Cat remains unconvinced. For my part, I am…

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…

Thats it, I’m done.


I can't do it anymore. I took a break, I tried again, I hated every minute.  I've spent I don't know how many dollars and hours taking writing courses over the years. I took them to learn the trade, to force the inspiration, to try to get closer to some real, for life publication.  I've…

So, about that being a writer….


from:http://writerscircle.com/2013/09/writing-perspectives-so-you-want-to-be-a-writer.html So You Want to Be a Writer By Charles Bukowski if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at…

On anger, depression, Robin Williams, Terry Pratchett, and writing


I read an article yesterday by Neil Gaiman about Terry Pratchett, author of the fantastic, funny, wise, and seriously wonderful Discworld series. Neil was asked about Terry, about how he must be such fun. Neil told a story of Terry, about how he'd been furious one time and about how he'd told Neil that it…

Oh, Mae West, how I wish I’d known you…


"Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven't tried before", she said. She sounds like me, totally resistant to treading the same path, always looking for new experiences, unable to commit to a true path, even in evils. I'm doing the 3rd chapter of The Artist's…

#3Daynovel: day one


So yesterday I had come up with all the reasons why I wanted to spend yet another glorious Labour Day weekend hunched over a computer trying to wrench words out of my head. Perhaps it will rain, I reasoned. Maybe it will be cold and grey and I won't feel like I'm missing the last…

The warped door


In every life, there seems to be a closet of unresolved feelings, undealt-with crises, unhealed wounds. I know I have one, and sometimes  it's all I can do to shove things in there out of my everyday sight so that I can focus on what needs to be done to get myself around in a…