Category Archives: writing

happy portion

For a few years I tried to write prettier – to add flourishes that would astound. I guess I didn’t think I would run into that purple prose problem, because I had tended at first to write so sparsely. Surely, I thought, I could only strengthen my prose by gazing often into gilded, trickled springs … Continue reading

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posty note

This week, you may have noticed, I posted five times. Last weekend I decided to try writing things ahead and then utilizing the blog’s “schedule post” feature so they would magically appear, as if predestined. This has been a trial run but not a trial. I’ve kinda liked it. Schedules in my world are always … Continue reading

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a tuesday thought

Writing is waiting and problem solving and waiting and starting over and giving up and changing your mind and reading sentences until they drip from your ears and redoing them again.

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writer’s royal tool

An old friend came down from our attic. It tugged my memories. The gray, dignified look, the smell of ink ribbon, the sound made by a key’s strike. At once I was back in my bedroom during the summer after sixth grade, when Mom finally allowed us kids to practice writing and create whatever we … Continue reading

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and now…

…for something completely different. Or not. A story I wrote has been posted at the online journal called joyful!, in their January issue. You’ll find “Grandma’s Sermon” on the 2010 fiction archives page, the last story in January’s section. Like I said, a work of fiction. As Wendell Berry wrote on his novel’s copyright page, … Continue reading

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cold commitment; warm smiles

At the fairgrounds on Saturday I found them. Twenty or so writers sat shivering behind their books, smiling and greeting each person browsing the author fair so warmly you could hardly tell. But they were dwelling beneath air conditioning fans stuck on, and it was a colder than normal day for our town. I’d like … Continue reading

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coasting to an idea

Water reflected moon’s shine. White crests and packed sand dimly shown, drawing the two of us from a room of comfort into the chill and gusts before dawn. Feebly I attempted visual capture. But more to the point, the narrative flowing in my head channeled thoughts toward an interesting moment. The writer-learning this past year … Continue reading

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out in

Every year it happens. Just when everybody else revs up in excitement over NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo, and all the other greatest things to do in and around cyberland, I start to chill out. Or maybe it’s cozy up. Today our fire burned clear, strong, blithely, and glowingly throughout the hours, while chili simmered in the slow … Continue reading

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how I learn sometimes

On this quest for understanding, for even a trickled spring gilded bright beneath with treasure, I tread many empty days in which pebbles scuff my toes along shores of speculation. But one drear morning, a wise old trout, twenty-five inches at least, appears and travels beside me, tipping a shiny sliver of insight toward me … Continue reading

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essays in study

Around me they’re piled, sentences on paragraphs amid cadences, contexts, rhythms, and pyres of words. I’ve waded in, tossed aside, dug deep under torchlight blaze. They’re subtle, obtuse, shaded, obvious. I’m oblivious to the meaning, always, at first read, bewitched as I wander, hearing voices.

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