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 LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

New and unused

We’re in the process of selling our house and I’m excited. Not only is the idea of downsizing a thrill but because it's being shown, I have come to love living in a clean house.

After twelve years it’s amazing just how beat-up, bruised and used the old place looked. I’ve freshened most of the walls and woodwork with paint, scrubbed and cleaned until my nails are nubs. And the place looks great especially with all the snow gone and the lawns and leaves popping green.

I’ve made a few changes inside the house and a few outside so even though we’re on the way out of here, the place seems new. Will I miss the homestead, yes, a lot of wonderful memories here, but I won’t miss the high carrying charges. We have too much room to roam in, I want less.

Up ‘til about a year or so ago I think my writing was very much like living a long time in the same place, relying on the tried and true, the dependable and predictable.  Though proud of what I was turning out, I was in need of freshening up the battered old phrases and ideas that have been stacked in the attic too long. As they say, out with the old and in with unused and new.

Though difficult, change is a good thing. It gets us on unfamiliar roads, looking for a different comfort level. It gets us ahead of the pale and stale old usage.

So, here we go, selling and moving and here I am discovering a new tact.

I will admit though, that one project, a short story I wrote almost thirty years ago, a story one wonderful editor said MUST be a book, is taking on a new and gleaming look and sound, I found my main character’s voice. From word one all are new. It is a rewriter’s dream. The core, as he said, MUST be a book, and so it shall be.

Is the best of what we do all about change or is it about looking at freshened up things differently?

When’s the last time your writing changed?

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


I’m the most famous person I know. (Which shows you how dynamic my life is). I’m famous because readers are sending me emails complimenting my columns. I’m not sure why but finally lately I seem to be connecting with folks who actually spend money on a real, printed on paper, newspaper.
Because these wonderful fans readers have actually taken the time to write I feel it is my duty to answer each and every one, which means, there’s enough to impress me, but not enough to make it a major writing-chore to answer.

Years ago readers used to write me but usually they were so pissed upset by what I wrote they dipped their fountain pens in poison. But that was when I took hard stands on controversial or really timely subjects. I don’t do that anymore. I’m still opinionated, I still like to spout off but I’m not into pissing ticking people off anymore. There’s a lot of assholes folks out there who would just as soon as burn your house down as throw boxes of tea in Boston Harbor. (OMG I could go on and on about political bullshit situations). It's not that I'm scared of ruffling feathers, it's just not my thing anymore.

So I write my columns, try to connect, plant a smile or two among the words and hope for the best. The best for me is someone saying I made there day. Not bad huh.

Who is the most famous person YOU know?