Friday, January 17, 2020

Rainy days and Mondays always make me Smile!

Yeah, yeah, I know, wrong lyrics! ;-)

But it's true for me. When it's dreary outside I feel fully justified in hitting the den and writing for hours rather than work on the house or do bills or whatever!

Turn on a little smooth jazz guitar, queue up some Chet Atkins albums or some 'Beats Antiques' music and wrestle with my Muse over scenes in a story.

I can write on the couch with the boob tube yakking in the background, but I can concentrate and enjoy the flow more when I'm sitting in my comfy chair, surrounded by my books and miniature Star Trek figures at my desk.

My current challenge, self induced, is to get a short story published in Analog, Asimov, Science Fiction/Fantasy or some other magazine. I write lots of them. They come to me at the weirdest times of day and night.

I have a folder called 'ShortStoriesThatReallyNeedToBePublishedSomeTimeSoon'. Some of the stories are done or close to done, but a lot are just crazy ideas or outlines. When I get frustrated with my WIP I pop over to the SS folder and attack one of the unfinished stories.

Time to get busy, have a great week!

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

My Tree

I can look at my tree for hours and never see the same branch or leaf or gnarled knot.
My eyes travel forever, up and down the ridged bark, tracing the deep folds and the open wounds of missing limbs.

I can get lost in the leaves, often wondering if I'll ever return.

Gently waving branches are calling for me to climb up and converse about the Universe.
Rough, sharp bark scrapes at my knees and knuckles as I ascend to join the silent communion.
My hands smell of old thoughts and wisdom.
The wisdom that there is no such thing as wisdom.

Precariously perched on my favorite limb, worn smooth from my visits, I gaze out to the field of cotton behind my house.

My tree welcomes my young body, calmly waiting for me to lean back and start another day of drifting dreams.

I get lost in the leaves, not caring if I ever return.

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Great day of writing, lousy weather day!

It was a cloudy, drizzly, wet and a cold today here in North Texas. OK. 'Cold' as in 63 degrees. Trust me that's cold for Texas. ;-)

I did NOT want to get out of my warm, cozy bed and take my laptop up to my favorite cafe, the Sukoon Cafe in Lewisville. I go there on Tuesday and sometimes Thursday mornings to enjoy a Matcha Teas Latte and bagels while I write. I sit on a high chair at the front window and enjoy a little people watching between paragraphs.

But I drug my lazy butt out of bed and moseyed up there, braving the weather. I also forgot my coat so I was actually cold. I was too stubborn to turn around and get it. Never said I was smart, just good looking.

My Muse must have been too cold to stand out in the drizzle because she stayed by my side the whole morning!

The words flowed, for almost 2 hours, on a difficult scene. It was one of those look up and wonder where the time went moments around 10 o'clock. It felt great. I reviewed the chapter and I'm really pleased with it so far! Lots to do and lots of editing to go, but the foundation is solid.


Never give up on your writing. Never assume that you can't write because 'blah, blah, blah'. You can. You must. Lots of excuses will be looking over your shoulder, like vultures, hoping you will take the bait and skip a writing session.


Just pull up your big boy/girl britches and write. Everyday if you possibly can.

You never know when you'll have one of those 'Oh My God That was fun!' sessions!

Go! Now! Write!

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Can you feel it coming???

Fall. Autumn. The last gasp of a scorching summer. Whatever you want to call it, it's finally coming!

The weathermen are all a twitter with forecasts of 70 degree weather in the 'next few days'.

Being a weatherman in Texas is not that hard, really.

From May to October it's hot, hot, hot with a few days of hail storms and tornadoes.

From Mid October to Mid November SOME of the trees sport burnished gold and yellow leaves, SOME of which will fall to the ground. Mostly in my yard, even though the trees are all in my neighbors yards.

From Mid November to Mid April it's cool, cold or warm, depending on what's going on in the Gulf Coast to the south and the Rockies to north. Oh, and a few ice storms just to make life interesting. Yes, ice STORMS. Go to sleep with cool air outside. Wake up and the roads are covered with a half inch of clear ice as far as the eye can see, semi's jack knifed everywhere just to make driving a little more challenging. By the next day the sun has blasted the ice off and it's 70 degrees again. Or not.

Mid April to Mid May Spring time struggles to push the ice back up to Montana. Trees and plants push buds out to the tips of their limbs and withing days new leaves and blossom explode everywhere. The Bradford Pear trees pop with white or pink blossoms that last about a week. They are beautiful and brief.

That's it. That's Texas Weather in a nutshell.

Here's a few pix for you.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Great week of writing!

My Muse stuck around all week! Thank you, Missy! It started on Sunday and continued through the week, ideas flowing easily from Mind to Manuscript.

On an weird urge I wrote a quick 700 word story from my childhood and submitted it to a 'way back when' magazine. We'll see.

I've made good progress on 'Special Intel', book #5 of my SciFi series 'The Adventures of Arlo and Jake'. Major characters are in place, the plot is smoothing out and I've stumbled onto a few side plots and secondary characters! Love when the little guys peek around the corner of my imagination and say 'Me! Me! Pick me!'.

I had a great Wednesday with a cool group of guys I call the OFPC, the Old Farts Pinochle Club. We show up at a members house around 10:00 for some healthy snacks, like donuts, muffins and a fruit tray. The fruit tray is plastic so we concentrate on the real food. We joke around, pretending we know all about the politics and religious nonsense we spout.

Around 1 PM we tally up the scores, announce the winners and head off for lunch. More BS is spread generously around the table while we feed on more healthy food and drink. I love these guys. We don't agree on everything, but we do enjoy each other's company.

The rest of the week I've been writing a couple of hours a day. Feels good.

Here's a little humor for you.