“My parents were visiting.” “My kids had friends over.” “We were hiking.” “I had a beach romance.” “It was too hot.” “It was time to pick the tomatoes.” All year we long for summer, when schedules ease and sunshine lasts well into evening. However, when summer comes, too often our writing gets put off until…
This Writing Thing A movement outside the window draws my eye. Sitting up, paws in, looking at me, was a most unusual rodent with a long thin tail. My heart jumped. “Rat!” I thought, then looked more carefully. The tail was not bald; the face was not pointy. This was a squirrel without a furry…
This Writing Thing This thing we do, writing, what is with that? Do you understand it? I do not. Not the compulsion to write down every thought, not the running commentary in my head, not the characters I have neglected over the years who refuse to go away, not the jealousy I feel when I…