I finally finished the novel. Then I finally finished proofreading and editing it. Then came the uploading and the checking and the re-uploading … repeatedly. But I came to a point where I thought it was about as good as I was going to get it and I pushed the publish button. That’s always aContinue reading “Daria’s Tale”
Category Archives: Writing
Senyru 2
As bare as are bones The trees have lost all their leaves Beauty still resides
Proof Copy
It’s kind of exciting and also anticlimactic when the first copy of your newest novel arrives. You spend months (sometimes much longer) agonizing over every word, how they sound and how they look. You worry at your sentence structure and how it all times out. Does it flow? Does it falter? You read it aloudContinue reading “Proof Copy”
A Latent Approach to TMB
Do you ever wake up and hear words in your head? I do. Right upon waking. Not every morning. But often. They sound in my head as if I am actually hearing them with my ears. Usually it’s total nonsense. But now and then I’ll hear a sentence that almost makes sense, like this morning: Continue reading “A Latent Approach to TMB”
Senyru
Pumpkins wear snow hats Winter arrives in Autumn Leaves freshly fallen
First Snow
Today is October 12, 2021 and the first snow of the fall season fell overnight. It is snowing as I write this and it is forecast to snow throughout the day. There is a good chance that we won’t see bright sunshine for a day or two. But I have the memory of sun onContinue reading “First Snow”
Poetry is a Hard Sell
What exactly is poetry? There really isn’t a concrete answer to that question. It’s kind of a personal experience for each individual. But I like this simple definition best: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. TheContinue reading “Poetry is a Hard Sell”
Priorities
When we moved into our current house at the beginning of December of 2020, there was much to be done. First up, we had to get ready for the delivery of the greater bulk of our belongings. We had each driven a car from Arizona to Wyoming, both cars packed tight with the bare necessitiesContinue reading “Priorities”
Grace Ellen
Ellesbeth Gracelyn Nealy is about to have her afternoon tea, as she has done for most of her life. On most days, since moving a short time ago, she takes her tea alone in the little sitting alcove of her suite. Her grandson has caused her suite to be added to his house. It isContinue reading “Grace Ellen”
Grace
She has whittled it. And refined it. She has pared it down over the years. Until it is something fine and indefinable. The young don’t have it. With their restless and boundless energy. Always fidgeting and stuttering. She makes reaching for a glass of water and act of grace. She glides from her chair intoContinue reading “Grace”
Maddie's Mom Writes 