Tag: writing
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Self-Discovery and The Collective Unconscious
In “Theo and Sprout” Theo is on a journey of self-discovery. He has the good fortune of being guided on that journey by Sprout, his usually helpful inner self. They learn together to navigate adolescence. But why is Sprout a good guide? What does she bring to the table that is so helpful? Well, we…
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Terrible Writing Role Model
The other day I had a fleeting and horrible idea of offering feedback services to aspiring writers. The idea fled because it knew I wouldn’t work that hard. The horridity of the idea was not that I couldn’t give feedback (I actually have a decent grasp on what good feedback is and isn’t), but that…
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I’m Not Writing, You’re Writing
I don’t know anything about writing. I’ve decided that’s okay. I’m perpetually astounded by how writers achieve the effects they do. Given what I’ve read and studied, I should understand at least a little. But alas, I don’t, or if I do it is quite superficial. I’m okay with that too. Maybe that’s what they…
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The Art Deco Hotel
My room should be dark but instead glows red,Bordello red when it should be graveyard black.The smoke detectors excessively bright running lightTells me it is working, working to keep me awake.The gilt trappings in The Art Deco hotel room,In the opulent Art Deco hotel(curiously built during the dark Depression)Bounce the red light about, assisting the…
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This is Garbage
That was the entirety of a review of “Theo and Sprout” on GoodReads. “This is garbage.” The good news is that someone I have never heard of read enough of my book to call it garbage. That’s a small exposure victory. Any publicity is good publicity. To be fair, I have read books that I…
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To GenX with Love
While I often refer to “Theo and Sprout” as a young adult story, and it certainly is, it’s also a coming of age story. And people of all ages can enjoy a coming of age story. I’m a GenXer, which is only important in the context of what I am about to say. I suppose…
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Back to School Ode
I dreaded going back to school when I was in high school. I dreaded it because I was pushed off the shore in my little boat into the sea of life all alone, without a map, without oars, without a life jacket, without anything really. I won’t claim I had the worst high school experience…
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Joining the Sirens between Shadow and Light
In the Spotlight. Fame. The center of attention. Many people crave this. Society certainly loves to put people there. Often rewarded with fortune. In the shadows. Wallflower. Out of sight, out of mind. Many people crave this as well. To be left alone by society. Society is intrigued by those who choose to live in…
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Musings on Licks
No honey, don’t lick the epoxy.I know it’s sticky.I know it smells sweet.Would be the last treatFor you and me.I know, you would lick it for me.I know, you would. Please honey, don’t lick the wood.Oak and glue are really not goodFor you or for me.I know you would lick it for me.I know, you…
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