I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.
HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS and LIGHT-BULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life, is the name of my memoir/essay collection with why I wrote what I wrote and what happened after. They were published once and as every writer knows, once is not enough.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Wikipedia defines miracle as an event attributed to divine intervention. Others explain it as the unexplainable, that it surpasses all known human or natural powers and is inexplicable by the laws of nature...yup…that’s what happened to me this morning…again.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
I never did get a nap in, so what do you do in the car while you’re alone? Keep it clean please, God winked today.