Slicing Sensation

“I waited until everyone else left the slides,” she told us. “I was afraid for others to read mine.” I told her how I know the feeling. How sometimes, I hit “publish” with my back turned. How it gets easier to put your words out there for others to read. How you get used to…

The Warm-up

I finally shut my computer about twenty minutes ago. Not this one, my other computer, my work computer. I put a pin in all the unchecked boxes and declared a four-hour work day at the tail end of a three-day weekend to be enough. Downstairs for a snack, I turned from the fridge toward one…

Set to write

The conditions are all here. I am alone in a dimly lit room, wearing sweatpants with my feet under cover. Not entirely alone, I guess, as one pup sleeps just past my feet and the other saunters to the porch to see if there is anything worth barking at. Not a thing to bark at….

Give me your Band-Aids

I will admit that I have revised more than one post this month to make it more of a story, revised its verb tense, altered its opening, added more dialogue, stripped it of its commentary snark, left out lines that told it like it is because they didn’t show it like it was. Yes, Beth’s…

Cheater

I have been called a cheater exactly three times in my life (that I know of). The first was for what seemed like a forged signature on a spelling test in the seventh grade. (Come on, really?!? Who requires a signature on a spelling test? ) This one, my mom took care of. The last…

World of Write

I have been carrying this around for a few days now, wondering why this experience was so different than my expectations. And then I realized, it wasn’t a writing conference, where the goal is to grow a relationship as much as it is to grow the writer. This was a writing critique, a judgment of…

Miles to Go

Shonda* says that for her, writing – good writing – waits behind a door. “And that door is five miles away. Those five miles are just…writing crap and doodling and trying to have an idea and surfing the internet and hoping like hell not to get so distracted that you give up” (Year of Yes, p. 277). She…

Back in the Saddle

Music is streaming from ‘Dad’s Tablet.’ Tap Continue to start streaming music on this device instead. Cancel       Continue What to do? What to do?  He is still at work. Cancel. Okay, new plan:  Google Play.  Soldier, you’ve got twenty seconds.  Go!  Play.  Circling. Ahhh! an ad for the election!  4-3-2-1-Skip Ad! Now turn it…

Like Breathing

I don’t know what to write; I just know that I need to. “Like breathing,” Gary Paulsen says.  The need to write can feel as natural to one’s being as breathing.  I sit down at the edge of my stool, in the corner of the office, with the sky casting the mountains in silhouette outside…

Greenbelt

Anniversary post? Check. Spring time in Colorado?  Check. Posts about Mom, Dad, my girl?  Check. Double check. Triple check. It is March after all.  The month that they say comes in like a lion and out like a lamb.  In my case, it comes in with a slicer, and out with a writer.  Each March I am…