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Why do I write?

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  Why do I write? Let me count the ways. Because I can. Because I like to. Because there is a blank sheet of paper in front of me. It is my outlet, my release, my peace, my joy and the only way I can tell you what my world is like. Yours may be quite different, but mine is full of pictures waiting to be put into words, emotions that can run amok all over the sheet, or sometimes it's a thoughtful grazing place. Words are magical! Take twenty-six symbols that represent sounds and turn them into stories, novels, instructions or directions. Words can take you to the far ends of the earth with a novel or just down the street with a thank you note. Words can tell the world or a close companion what you think or feel. Words can cause anger or bring peace. They can rile or calm. They can impart truth or lies. Without words how dull and lifeless our lives would be! With words I can create a scene that you can see even though there is no picture. You can see the mountains, feel the wind an...
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In beginning...

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  This is a new blog for me. In a way, it is being born of extreme frustration. And in other ways, it is a labor of love. I think I am coming to understand the “love/hate” relationship that people often discuss. Read on! Frustration, along with exhilaration, filters through the air like the ever present dust particles. No matter which way I turn, they are there, filling my space with specks of ideas that dance in the stream of sunlight that seeks my office window. There are notes written on scraps of paper everywhere on my desk, sometimes on the floor. A pile for the current project, a pile for future projects, a work pile… all these tiny scraps of paper filled with ideas, thoughts, characters, places, anything pertinent to writing… whatever it is I am writing. Which can be anything and everything: blogs, work, the nearly completed manuscript, the new manuscript, the memoir, e-mail, newspaper columns, Facebook… words, they are everywhere, becoming entangled and sometimes misappropr...
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