I'm nursing a headache that makes me want to curl up in the dark, in the quiet, because my head is about to explode and I feel like throwing up. I feel like I've been dragged onto a crazy, turbulent, nothing-makes-sense train. Everyone's arguing about everything and nothing of significance. People have loads to say… Continue reading Blinding Blunder
I've been told that my painting process parallels my writing (fiction) process. So, take a look at the stages of my most recent painting. So, won't you please describe what my writing process looks like?
Until a veteran, published author encouraged me relatively recently to do art to improve my writing, I thought doing that stuff was engaging in frivolous activities with spare time I didn't, don't have, and couldn't afford. She insisted that doing art would help. It would refill the creative tank. I'd have more to bring to… Continue reading Filling the Creative Tank
Not seriously silly. Serious silly. *** Today's post is brought to you by my writing muse. Mine's a girl in pigtails, wearing some sort of dress. What it looks like depends on the day. I thought she's eight. But, much has indicated she's closer to six. She has the playful heart of a six year… Continue reading Serious Silly
In the previous post, Who We Were Meant to Be, I talked about how we should be spending the first part of our lives growing, listening, and learning. We undergo changes, kind of like the stages leading up to a butterfly. After undergoing metamorphosis, it's time to figure out who we are. Each of us… Continue reading Being True and Good to Ourselves