Clichés

Griselda disappeared a couple of months ago. Before setting off for subconscious terrain, she left a long letter on my desktop, beside a file of the novella I was writing, accusing me of suffering from a “Plague of clichés.” I didn’t scoff, as I might have if anyone else had said it. Her list of … More Clichés

Globs and Blobs

Does anyone else’s eye hurt? I hate talking about my writing. I really hate writing synopses, mostly because I’m lousy at it…but there’s a fog outside that seems to be rising out of mounds of melting snow. Does that seem right? A few days ago I tried a gluten free chocolate version of a snack … More Globs and Blobs

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