...My preferred setting is solitude and silence and a room free of ornamentation and distraction. Sometimes I write at a desk. Sometimes, on the couch. Or in bed....
How I Write (HIW)
on pulling flannery o’connor off the shelf
skill in writing surfaces early
Space Wars
Midnight came and the beach had light from a cut of moon...
How I Write (HIW)
Imagine a 3.5 to 4 year-old kid in North Las Vegas Nevada, 1967 and ’68, trying like hell to figure out the airship, kooky characters…and hey, what’s a diamond…?!
She Could Have Millions
I’d been talking to Salesman John about a sleeper sofa for our newly painted den when a woman slipped into Hip, the name as well as descriptor of a neighborhood furniture store. She was like air whooshing through the door. “Excuse me,” a whispery interruption. “Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me,” a flatlining of fast words.
The woman, spoke to John. She didn’t see me, or chose not to. I could have been an image, a hologram, a statue, pen in one hand, papers in the other, mouth hanging.
Sunset – Excerpt from Dancing in the Rain, a Memoir
But I think of a quote from Joyce Carol Oates, “The sun is setting on another day and I’m covered in loneliness”...