The Plow

The thing about Griselda is she works when I do. If I’m off, she goes…elsewhere; but she’s always back when I’m at my desk, or making notes on paper assuming I’ll be able to read them later…which I won’t because…well, I’ll save that  for another time. *** I’ve been practicing Hatha Yoga for decades. Four … More The Plow

Off Course

I had two things in mind when I started this post. The first was trajectory in writing. The second was sentimentality. I always think I have a clear trajectory until the story line veers into sentimentality, and then my inner critic, a snaggle toothed harpy from Writers’ Hell, named, Griselda, sets her jaundiced eye on … More Off Course

Here and There…

There’s a bird in the neighborhood on a frenzied calling streak. I’m familiar with most of the feathered fliers nearby, the way they look, their habits, the sounds that rise from their throats, but this one is new to me. *** I’m wrestling conflicting plot turns in my latest project. Part of me wants to … More Here and There…