An extrovert, I spent most of my childhood trying to get my two older introverted sisters to pay attention to me, to at least hear my ideas for whatever story we were making-believe. Most of my input got left on the cutting room floor, or worse, co-opted as someone...
Lately I’ve had a rash of startitis. I can’t find a fit for my creative energy. The real-life drudgery, I plow through well enough; re-installing Dropbox and Open Office (thanks for that, Windows 8); completing the forms for various manufactured bureaucratic...
Muse. My elusive, ephemeral Muse. Last Monday I left Philadelphia International Airport at 6:20 AM. I traveled all the way to the red and yellow bluffs of Ghost Ranch, in Abiquiu, New Mexico trying to find her. It’s pretty far to travel. But I’d won a Fellowship...
And a bonnie Monday morning it is. Crazy beautiful here. Sunrise over the ocean out the front window. Clouds that form, right before my eyes, born like a creature from a bit of sea mist that grows into a whale or a unicorn or, in the case of the one that just...
The littoral zone is a place where water meets land. Go a little deeper, though, and you’ll find the definition as squishy as the place itself. I read it as meaning not one place and not another, and it is where I am in my writing today. Somewhere between fiction...
