Category Archives: On Writing

Adventure with us: At Deanz Doodlez

A: The talented Dean at Dean’z Doodlez was kind enough to invite me to be a guest for his Guest Blogger Sunday feature, where Dean asked his guests to tell the tale of their journey into self publishing or writing itself. D: So, have you really been writing for 20 years? A: Yep. D: Wow,Continue reading “Adventure with us: At Deanz Doodlez”

The Man Behind the Curtain

D: Who is behind the curtain? A: You. D: But – are you accusing me of being a hack who subs sawdust for brains? A: You’re rather attached to that reference, aren’t you? D: It comes in so well with you. A: Cheers, D. And while that was part of the allusion, I was moreContinue reading “The Man Behind the Curtain”

Broken

I am a collector of broken things. Usually I’m the one who did the breaking – butterfingers is a kind term for what happens when breakable objects come within reach of my hands. And broken things linger; I have a spot for them – a home – to wait until I get around to applyingContinue reading “Broken”

Writing with myself

D: A? A, where are you? A, we have a post to write. A: (muffled) I’m over here. D: What are you doing over there? How did you manage to get in there, anyway? Is that a – wait, I don’t want to know what that is. A: I’m hiding. D: Did they finally fingerContinue reading “Writing with myself”

Lamenting Warrior seeks lyrically-minded storyteller, details within

D: A . . . A, I don’t quite know what to say. A: Oh boy, here we go – D: It’s just that you complained so bitterly. And really you just don’t have a poetic soul. How I ever landed in your mind is a mystery. I mean, sure you’re Irish, but you’re notContinue reading “Lamenting Warrior seeks lyrically-minded storyteller, details within”

Take me home tonight

D: what are you doing, A? A: What does it look like I’m doing? D: Wasting time with that book— A: I am not wasting time, D – the book is research. I needed to know just how much of Ireland in the 1950s spoke Irish and if Mayo was in the Gaeltacht or not.Continue reading “Take me home tonight”

One simply did

D: One simply did what, A? Gods above, woman, your titles are all over the place – could you at least have a complete thought? A: Would you like to take over the blog? D: I thought you’d never ask. I was thinking, the color scheme– A: D, that was rhetorical. No. D: Well, itContinue reading “One simply did”

Gods do swear

Gods do swear, I had years, Of stolen breath. Living trouble? Wrong. Living god. D: A, A, why are you doing this to me? A: Doing what? D: Torturing me! A: Thanks for the support, D. D: You are the first person to admit you’re not really made for this sort of thing. I mean,Continue reading “Gods do swear”

Adventure calls

This summer’s catch phrase was “I’m going on an Adventure.” I’d like to thank Bilbo and Company, and particularly Mr. Freeman and Mr. Shore, for making the line so charming. Freeman’s delivery, coupled with Shore’s score, was perfect. I have listened to it so many times this summer that they are intrinsically linked in myContinue reading “Adventure calls”