An Inevitable Implication
My family and I spent the first day of the new year visiting Dennis’s parents in New Hampshire. I guess it’s nice to get away from home once in a while, but no more than that. I’ve become too much…
Roughly Recognized
According to Gary Saul Morson in Hidden in Plain View, “In the early reviews of War and Peace, objections were raised most frequently against the plot. ‘This disordered heap of accumulated material,’ as one reviewer called it, was perceived as…
Steps in the Right Direction
A wind is blowing outside my studio. I like the sound and love to see the occasional leaf slowly drift through the chill air to the ground. Stella and Henry often race around the yard at this time of year,…
Sifting and Sorting the Pretty and the Beautiful
I have got to get some semblance of a writing routine wedged into my days. So, here I sit, with headphones plugged into some of the classical music offerings from Halidon on Youtube. Luke shares my studio. At the moment,…
Not Afraid of the Dark
There are days when taking one step, looking just far enough ahead to figure out where to place my foot, is more difficult than on others. Yesterday was one of those. A post I had seen on Instagram, warning of…
Each Interaction
People continue to surprise me, mostly because I should know better by now. I sometimes can’t believe how much credit I give people. Even after years of telling myself that other individuals draw different conclusions from life (and why wouldn’t…
Might This be Called Poetic Thinking?
I understand that there is little I can do about the chaos of the world that is burning now, but I can be informed. I can make the effort, do the work, study, read, look at issues from more than…
Instant Questions and Answers
The moment is enough. Make the effort to mark it somehow: write the story, take the picture, make the art.
What I Need to Write Today
“Live in day-tight compartments” is the phrase that comes to mind whenever I think of Dale Carnegie’s book, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living. I’ve read it two or three times, finding in each encounter with the book what…
Maybe It’s About Loosening the Grip
How much of my art is a holding onto the past? How much of it is a letting go? I posed those two questions in a journal entry once. Well, knowing me, more than once. As I mentioned in a…
