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, March 2, 2020
Fate plays an amazing game with our lives sometimes. Whether it be a virus the size of a nightmare or an unimagined life changing incident…my advice…never ever discount the possibility that at your darkest hour a wild card may be flipped your way.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Spell check - the penicillin, Salk vaccine and morning after pill for all writers.
Edit - leaving the fancy outfit on the floor for the perfect jeans and T.
Preface – what a writer really wants to say first-off which no one wants to read.
Oprah’s Book Club – like being the first to be picked for dodge-ball.
Query – a writer’s post-it bio combined with Tolstoy’s War and Peace as a Hallmark Card.
No Response Means No – a Dear John letter lost in the mail.
Form Rejection – a Dear John letter not lost in the mail.
Personalized Rejection – if you lose weight and have breast implants John might ask you out.
Publisher – a cross between God with a small “g” and your freshman English teacher.
The Call – comes when phone lines are down, your cell phone is dead, your computer has a virus and the garbage truck runs over your mailbox.
The End - this.