I write (and paint) to create stories that will survive me. I obsess over death, finality, and want to nurture, maintain life. But right now, I feel hurt, frustrated, anxious, and sad. Because I can’t live up to my own standards. And I can’t let go of my standards; I wish I could. I know I want to be in a place that I can relax into and feel good about. That space of creation. But I falter, I resist, I procrastinate and withdraw. I don’t like groups. Writers’ groups, art… Read more Letter to a Writer Friend →
I often wonder why I quit. Quit jobs, quit careers, quit projects. My father taught me perseverance. His mantra was: Don’t quit! I remember when I started the School of Journalism right out of high school and stayed for one year, then flunked several exams and had to quit. He was livid. Never seen him that angry and disappointed. I was sad but really, I wasn’t ready. Is that it? That I’m not ready? I graduated with a master degree after six straight years, through community college and universities. I… Read more Don’t Quit! →
Centum Press is looking for submissions to their Anthology 100 Voices. Their first Anthology is published here and you can enter to be in their second one! They are looking for short stories and flash fiction. I have already submitted.
Coming back from a quick trip to Seattle to attend an Art Opening of RUNES REVEALED Nordic5Arts Exhibit in which I have a piece, I spend my two hours flying writing words. And how the words fly across the pages. I’m writing down my thoughts on a new idea for a short piece of prose. I want to write about the three rooms I’ve had on my own since childhood. my very first own room when I was twelve until fourteen (then we moved) my second own room when I was fourteen… Read more Words Flying →
THE concept of mystic strings has been with me for a while. String, strand, cord, rope, twine, and twist are expressing the idea of individual threads being roped or twisted… Read more Mystic Strings →
Nora, the quintessential female character of breaking free – from the play A Doll’s House by the Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen – is a favorite of mine! That character of… Read more NORA →
Seventeen and in Paris on my own. It was my first encounter with the city of love and I was fortunate to stay with an aunt and uncle, who both being workaholics, left me with oceans of time to explore. I hurried out the door to experience the vast world of Paris with its majestic architecture, its towering cathedrals, its world-renowned art collections, its peaceful parks, and its crowds of people. The air was spring like, mild and sunny, although I was spending my Christmas holiday away from my home… Read more PARIS →
I’ve been painting lately. And I love it. For me, it is not as hard as writing. But I like writing. And I want to write. But it seems like… Read more Writing is so hard! →