“Words have life and must be cared for.
If they are stolen for ugly uses or careless slang or false promotion work,
they need to be brought back to their original meaning – back to their roots.” ~ Corita Kent
“I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.
The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.
I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!” ~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
One of our favorite Christmas traditions is to watch various movie adaptations of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. It occurred to me that the ghosts in this timeless story make a good parallel for writing. I realize that it may be a bit of a stretch, but work with me here… Continue reading The Ghosts of Past and Present
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction
is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
~Mark Twain, Following the Equator: a Journey Around the World
It was a vision to behold… nearly 100 men, each dressed in white, all dancing, twirling, running, and flapping their arms while the band raucously sang the old Gospel tune, I’ll Fly Away. Continue reading Stranger than Fiction
“I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.” ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
“When you write non-fiction, you sit down at your desk with a pile of notebooks, newspaper clippings, and books and you research and put a book together the way you would a jigsaw puzzle.” ~ Janine di Giovanni
A gumshoe in hiking boots… that’s me, and it’s a great life. Story ideas peek from behind almost every corner. Then the fun really begins… being the gumshoe detective and learning all I can to write my story. Continue reading A Gumshoe in Hiking Boots
Say what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make-believe. Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. “Tell the tailors,” said he, “to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take their first stitch.” His companion’s prayer is forgotten.
~ Henry David Thoreau from Walden
Being a native Texan in Alaska in August has distinct disadvantages. We would have been in shorts and sweating at home. Instead we braved 38 degrees and misty rain. Within ten minutes of setting up on Denali’s park road, David and I were wearing every available piece of clothing, wistfully hoping slender tripods might block at least the brunt of the brutal wind. No such luck. We stood on hard pavement, toes numbing in our boots, watching a tangle of velveted antlers visible just above the alders. We waited for the great beast to rise…. and waited. Continue reading He Said, She Said