There’s a lot of advice out there for writers. Many of the how to’s are about getting started, writer’s block, not giving up, publishing, and marketing. It may appear that everything about writing has been covered. There’s room for more.
I would like to read more reflective pieces about the…
It’s that time. It’s that time when we’re more inclined to take stock of our lives. We look back at last year and think of how to make things different this year. Some will make a resolution and others will go even further with a written plan. At the same…
When asked how I started writing, I always begin with my journal. For most of my life, I was aware of my thoughts and wanted to jot them down somewhere. In middle school, I would sit on the floor of my bedroom and write. Sometimes I run across my preteen…
There are many articles about millennials living at home. Often, these articles are in response to a new survey.
When I decided to conduct interviews for my book project, my goal was to have as to have many perspectives as possible from young people making their way out into the real world. …
Just recently, I donated an old writing desk that once belonged to my grandfather. The desk was made in the early to mid-twentieth century. The top surface included small partitioned sections that would only fit very small things. It had a single drawer with a wooden handle. The quality of…
12,911 words. That’s the length of the transcript from my last interview. For the last two months, I’ve been interviewing millennials about their transition into adulthood. These interviews have resulted in a wealth of information for my manuscript.
The manuscript will include short stories to capture the unique experience of…
Into the night,
a sudden spring rain
water met earth
giving rise to familiar scents.
In shock and mayhem
folks sought shelter
along drowning streets
making the ocean’s sound.
White, electric lines
moved across the horizon
as the earth quaked.
Moon and stars
hid safely out of sight.
The rumble raged
until the great
Like the elegant pause
between symphony movements
the heavens ceased its cry.
Urban lights glowed
giving warmth and meaning
to shapes built from the earth.
Purple petunias in balcony planters
lifted up and down
gently, as if to sigh.
A cool breeze
entered a sliding screen door.
Welcomed home, while jazz played.