A Conversation with Creativity

Posted on April 25, 2020Categories Creative Work, WritingTags , ,   Leave a comment on A Conversation with Creativity

Me: Why do you call me? What do you want me to know? C: We call on each other, don’t we? Me: I guess . . . but what does that mean? C: It means that I am everywhere. I am within you and outside of you. But, I cannot extend beyond you without a little help. I am a verb. Me: You are a verb? I thought you were a noun? C: I am both, aren’t I? Actually I … Continue reading “A Conversation with Creativity”

The Joy of Creative Chaos

Posted on April 30, 2019April 30, 2019Categories Author Events, Life UnexpectedTags ,   Leave a comment on The Joy of Creative Chaos

Have you ever noticed that creative people rarely do just one thing? Think about it. Writers often write across disciplines, or give presentations and readings while working on multiple projects. Actors are often in the process of rehearsing one project, while directing/producing another, while writing a book, and doing gigs with their bands. Scientists (yes I think scientists are creative) might play musical instruments on the side, or be members of a chorus. And anyone attempting to make a living … Continue reading “The Joy of Creative Chaos”

To Sarah on her Thirteenth Birthday

Posted on February 15, 2016February 11, 2016Format GalleryCategories Childhood Memories, Life, Life Unexpected, ParentingTags , 2 Comments on To Sarah on her Thirteenth Birthday

Dear Sarah, When I was thirteen I stepped upon the bima to become a Bat Mitzvah–singing with my heart and soul as I became a woman in the eyes of Judaism. As a family we decided not to have you do that, because your Daddy and I have tried to raise you to see the world spiritually without being restricted to one specific religious philosophy. Sometimes I wonder if we’ve done you an injustice that way–but I hope we have shown … Continue reading “To Sarah on her Thirteenth Birthday”

The Reason for Silence

Posted on November 9, 2015Format GalleryCategories Creative Work, Lessons of an Independent Author, WritingTags , , , , , 6 Comments on The Reason for Silence

Why does a writer stop writing? Why does an artist stop arting? (I know, “arting” isn’t a word but I can make up words if I want to.) Why does a creator stop creating? I’m sure many of you think you know the answer to these questions. Many of you will immediately leap to a word I’ve written about many times But for me, it is something else. Something more difficult to define. Sure, fear still whispers its ugly messages in … Continue reading “The Reason for Silence”

Connecting the Dots of Inspiration

Posted on September 18, 2015September 18, 2015Format GalleryCategories A Writer's Life, LifeTags ,   Leave a comment on Connecting the Dots of Inspiration

It’s the middle of the night. I wake up suddenly. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was one of the usual bizarre dreams that walk the fine line between fascinating and terrifying. Or perhaps it was the raucous call of an animal (a turkey? a fox?) in search of something. Jasper wakes up and rushes to look for the creature out the window. The cries sound desperate. Is the animal alone? Horny? Scared? Eventually the strange sound fades away leaving me … Continue reading “Connecting the Dots of Inspiration”