• On Writing

    Description (noun): a spoken or written representation or account of a person, object or event

    Let me start out by saying that I loathe writing description. With the passion of a thousand hot suns. Or perhaps the fiery burning fury of a formerly quiet toddler whose favorite toy has been yanked away by another child yelling, “Mine!” I can write an entire scene of a story with the characters being in a vacuum, unmoored from time and place. And if I go back into the story to try to add description, I try to find things the character can be doing. Picking up a glass, fiddling with something, playing with their hair…to the point where it becomes more of a tick and distracting to the…

  • On Writing

    Words, words, words

    I fight to write. Can’t put words to paper. So tired. Words swim on the page. Barraged with words, never ending words. Posting. Tweeting. Facebooking. Instagramming. Googling. Cutting, biting words replaying in my head and in my heart wearing damaged tracks in my brain and my soul. Need to find a way to counterbalance. To find the silence. The place between words. What does the silence say? What writing comes out in the silent spaces between the words?

  • On Writing

    Deadlines

    They seem to be ever around us, don’t they? Looming with all their pressure and stress. Get the presentation prepared before the meeting on Friday. Gotta have that volcano ready for the kid’s school trip to the science fair on Monday. Deadlines for government forms. Deadlines for turning in applications. Deadlines for just about everything you can think of. Even for writers doing writing. I don’t know about you, but I actually do better with deadlines. I’m a person who does well within a set structure. I like having a job to go to, a commute that stays roughly the same, and plans for my day. I am not what…

  • On Writing

    Procrastination

    We talk about synchronicities here, and it’s easy to see them in all sorts of places when you’re looking, but I have to say that God has been trying to tell me something today. So, first, I stumbled onto this article earlier this morning, and I thought, “Oh! That’s a good topic to write about!” And then I scribbled the thought down on a Post-It at work and didn’t think much else about it. When I was sitting on my couch at home after a long day and my eyes were starting to droop, I thought, “Oh, I’ll just write something tomorrow.” And then I saw this: And, well? LOL!…

  • On Writing

    Practicing Kaizen

    I’ve always had a bit of dichotomy in my life. I generally look and see the big picture. If you apply it to writing, I usually visualize how the whole thing is going to end up. I have the ending set before I even start, and I can see how things all play out. I have always done well in identifying patterns and seeing how the hidden plays into the obvious. Conversely, I am someone who can get mired in minutiae. I’ve been known to spend hours poring over statistics. I can find unimportant spelling and grammar mistakes in other people’s work and have always done exceptionally well on clerical…

  • On Writing

    Writing Time

    Every writer has issues of some sort. I don’t know any authors who find coming to the piece of paper (figurative or otherwise) with brilliant thoughts every day easy and who never find the writing process difficult. I don’t think that ever happens. And of course, that’s similar to any other profession. Every profession has its issues and restrictions and problems that have to be overcome to achieve what it is you’re looking to achieve. A manager has to deal with problem employees or problems between employees. A cashier has to deal with rude customers or a cash register that doesn’t give the right results. A gardener has to deal…

  • On Writing

    The Little Church in the Big Woods

    I pass by a little white church on my trip to and from work most days. It is close to a T-type intersection. The church is one of those old-fashioned kind made in the 1800s with the tall steeples and the white wooden exterior. You see them in postcards from New England all the time. And on the side of the church is this small cemetery. There aren’t a ton of graves in it, and I suspect it was just one of those church graveyards where former parishioners were buried when they died. But there is a story that calls to me from that little graveyard. For years, I’ve had…

  • On Life

    Compiling the Code

    I’ve always been a person who enjoyed numbers. I never wanted to be an engineer or some sort of mathematician, but I find numbers to be so very satisfying in their simplicity. 2 + 2 = 4. 15 x 5 = 75. No hidden meaning. No minefields. There is always a correct answer. Numbers are what they are. I think that is also what attracted me to the field of computers. Computers are based on math – 1s and 0s at the bottom of it all. And they are, at their core, very simple. Switch on? 1. Switch off? 0. So much easier than dealing with people. People are the…