Photographs are wonderful things, especially nowadays, if we actually take them out of our cameras and do something with them. I think of that commercial where a kid cannon-balls off the diving board and is forever stuck in midair, pleading with his mother to free him. I have a few hostages like that in my…
Anyone who talks with me for five minutes knows that I am all about taking the large lives we’ve lived and breaking them into smaller, more manageable pieces, hence the name of my book, Eating an Elephant: Write Your Life One Bite at a Time. But I also believe that we gain great insight and…
What do you see in this title? A brief description of the writing process? Yes, but what else? All the words end in ing? Right. So, what?I love ing words. They often help create a rhythm and a cadence that is pleasing to my ear. They move my sentences merrily along in a babbling brook…
You know the feeling. You show up to your writing table at the appointed time. You have a steaming cup of coffee or tea ready to assist you with the flow of words onto the page. Your writing tools are present and accounted for. You’re ready to write.
Then, nothing. Silence. No happy hum of…
We had a great Write Your Life Story – The Basics workshop on Saturday where thirteen enthusiastic writers learned about organizing their work, generating story ideas, blocking out a story, revising, proofreading and much, much more.
One thing we touched on was how to come up with a good title for…
I’m a crier. Anyone who has been around me for a bit knows that. When something touches my heart, my eyes fill with tears, and I start looking for a tissue. All of my students are well acquainted with this trait of mine, and two of them, Sue and June, even bought me a large…
Last week Bob and I spent a few days at the beach in conjunction with a talk I gave to members of the Amelia Island Genealogical Society. (To view photos of this event, click here.) We relaxed and spent time with our good friend Liam, and by slowing down and experiencing a new place, I…
My mother loves to read, and she gets all of her books from a nearby library. She lives in a small town in South Louisiana where all the librarians know her and the types of books she likes to read. When a new book comes in they think she would like, they set it aside…
This morning as I sit to write this article, I’m aggravated, frustrated, annoyed. For our purposes here, the cause doesn’t matter, and I’ll get over it soon. The situation has a solution, and it will work itself out, but in the meantime, my insides are churned up.
Emotions of all types—ones…
Bob and I are in South Louisiana visiting my parents and other family members this week. In the room where we’re staying, my mother has a large, walk-in closet which holds a lifetime of memories. Each piece on those shelves has a story, and the fact it has survived all these years confirms its importance…