In beginning...
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...