|My buddy Dave|
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.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my 20 month old granddaughter in a high chair opposite me. She’s eating breakfast and watching Curious George, I’m typing this and drinking my second cup of coffee. Okay, she’s finished, we’re off.
Are you a napper, a writer or just plain exhausted?