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

Bones

I’m not going to talk about writing. There are these bones, you see, almost 32,000 of them, strung together in a fairly reasonable order. I think they will function well. All the joints are properly connected, in the right places—foot, ankle, shin, knee, and so on. It took a bit of effort. A few bones … More Bones

Wrong Way

Have you ever found yourself heading in the wrong direction down a one-way street? That happened to my mother when she was driving me to a late rehearsal in Manhattan. It was the first rehearsal, and she was unsure of the best route to our destination, so she made a wrong turn. I was nine, … More Wrong Way