Ten keys to writing success

 Ten keys writing success Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story

It was great

  It was great I had a great time yesterday. I went on a antiques road trip in southwestern Indiana with two of my young adult kids. We stopped at antique shops, some open, some closed, some big, some small. We drove a loop that took us to about six hours, stopped to eat, and... Continue Reading →

10 thoughts to think over

Ten thoughts I wrote down   "Don't translate, answer." Those were the instruction from my Russian professor in college. He wanted his students to answer his questions posed in Russian as responses, not having taken the extra step to translate from Russian to English to Russian to answer. I have something similar in mind with... Continue Reading →

Take me to the river

  Take me to the river This works for me. It really does. I have been tossing my attachments log into the Ohio River for at least five years now. It surprised me when I checked on the archives of the blog to see that I had only posted about it one other time.  Perhaps... Continue Reading →

The grind for your mind

The grind for my mind My double espresso is pouring slowly and with intent into my favorite doppio cup. It is not yet five in the morning. In a few minutes I will go outside to sit and write or journal to the birds chirping up in the branches, still unseen, as it will be... Continue Reading →

Mind what you write

  Follow your mind  I feel like I’ve hit a wall. Not creatively. That doesn’t really happen to me. As I say repeatedly, I do most of my writing away from this keyboard. In fact, I have spent the last two days writing the next story for my Altonstreet & Philpatrick series. These stories are... Continue Reading →

a thought on meditation

  Meditation in school My first real attempts at meditation took place several years ago at the School of Metaphysics in Indianapolis.  The School was actually a house converted to function as a classroom, meeting room, and sanctuary. It worked. It "felt" different as soon as you stepped inside and shut to door on the... Continue Reading →

Read to your kids

  Read to your kids The photo above is of me, Jay, from the epilogue of Tripio. Besides a dashing, handsome, and still young man, what do you see? I see so much that it is difficult to even write this post. I have no idea where or how to even start. Maybe that is... Continue Reading →

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