Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love posits that idea snippets are whizzing through the air for anyone to catch. Someone is bound to write it down! Some examples follow of phrases I collect in my phone notes or in my journal. In case you were wondering what one writer finds interesting about the thoughts… Continue reading Jots – flying thoughts
Category: Books in Progress
Titles I know I am serializing or just trying out excerpts.
Of Alphabets and Friends
A Proper Privacy - It has always tickled me when books of a certain vintage would abbreviate names and places that the author didn’t need to disclose. I think it was a Victorian convention. Even in fiction, they’d say, “When I met M- on the street, he seemed chipper, which was out of character.” As… Continue reading Of Alphabets and Friends
Fascinating Rhythm skyline
Illustrations Add Value to a Memoir. Click for pic!
Eaton County Mammal
It's not a glamorous place to become a healer/poet. It’s neither east, nor west in the lower peninsula. Even to say peninsula gives you the idea of water nearby, but Eaton County, Michigan isn’t the place to find much of that. It’s undulating country sides-- ‘hilly’ may be too extreme a description. To the settlers… Continue reading Eaton County Mammal
Gypsy Wagon
Will was too busy after all to attend me in Newcastle. I museum-delved without him to see a marble statue visible though the window. Lovers entwined, ecstatic kiss. Every angle a blissful depiction. Feeling worse, I exit to the sloping street. Wander, wander, wander. Then a barrel-shaped wagon on a pedestrian triangle. Bright colors, purple red,… Continue reading Gypsy Wagon
Trains and German (excerpt)
Yet I still felt small and contracted the further east we got. Maybe the hills were closer together. Maybe I was nervous
What is Destiny?
Destiny is a conveyor belt in a chaos factory. You can't stop it, and you never know what the product is until it falls off the end.
Migratory Foul
What happens when you put a water loving plant in a desert?
Scottish Pubs
Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
Timeless Orkney
There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney
