How well do know yourself?

"It is odd to realize how little we know ourselves." -Oscar Wilde "What is sometimes simply needed is just a gap of pure time, an insulating period, between the making of your art and the time your share it with others." - Art & Fear -Observations on the Perils and Rewards of Art Making  ... Continue Reading →

Coffee and writing

 Some writing with your coffee? It is not yet seven a.m. on Sunday morning. And I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance... Continue Reading →

Coffee and writing

    It is nearly 7 a.m. on this Sunday morning. I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance to “sleep in” on their off... Continue Reading →

What to do with Tripio?

        There it sits a few feet away. In book form. A book. My book. What to do with it? The box actually arrived three days ago. I knew what was in the box and opened it with a kitchen knife. My first thought was that Tripio is bigger and thicker than I thought, than I... Continue Reading →

I couldn’t give it away-Part 2

    “Here goes.”     I stepped down from the small but elevated stage at Indy Reads Books  with copies of Tripio in hand and headed for the shelves. The store closed in ten minutes and I had decided to give my novel away. No matter that it had been born in a series of journals I kept... Continue Reading →

The heart and soul of Tripio

     Yesterday when my son came home from work he announced he was moving back out of the house. It was only a matter of time. He had lived away at Purdue for four years and has quite a good job and a nice new car. Still, I was in no hurry to see him go,... Continue Reading →

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