It’s always the right time.

I began penning my response to Bill’s comment regarding my recent post, ‘Never a right time’, and realised that it constituted an essay’s worth of wordage, so I thought I’d post it instead as it also happens to be a fascinating discussion. The subject of prejudice will never get old unfortunately.   Not being terribly…

Wherefore ‘Art’ Thou?

Art for me is something that evokes a visceral response, and as such, everything in my world therefore can be considered an expression of art. The following piece I posted originally on my poetry and introspection blog, but as it is, I thought it might make a good introductory post. The piece was sparked by…

Strong Brew

“It’s purzun,” she says or at least she would, were the Bronx in her socks instead of the south of London in her jeans. And she arises, bent, but better, awakening, shaking off the dusty din of discarded decaffeinated detritus, the daily drudge of dying promises of lies he said, of didn’ts he did and…

Writing Misadventures

Writing a book is an interesting endeavor. What and how you write shifts with your mood, and similarly, how you view what you’ve written changes in the same way. There are times you think it’s brilliant and times you’re positive it’s as dull as dishwater. The truth is always in between the two extremes. Having…

Sorry

Busy at work all week, with a jacked-up back. As a result, I haven’t been on the computer at all, really. Hope to catch up with all of you soon. Foss and Jeanne will have to keep waiting.

Struggling Through It, Part 1

I’ve been struggling with my latest work-in-progress, the suspense novel Jeanne Dark, despite the fact that I know and like the characters and have plotted the entire book. Indeed, as I told Maria tonight, I feel like my characters have become impatient with me, egging me on to write the damned book already. So, I’m…