“Friday night lights twinkle brighter because we see them through an idealized lens created by excessive inebriation.” It’s funny how things change when we get older. And by change I mean everything. And by older I mean past 20s. I remember thinking about Christmas like it was a Friday night. It was all hazy and … Continue reading Christmas Like a Friday Night
She flies with no wings Lost in atmosphere Chaos magnified by order And shoved in a box Like so many unsent letters She was always meaning to send As fragile as a hummingbird In the middle of autumn Or a gentle rainfall In the turning of spring Spinning out of control She gets lost in … Continue reading Flying with No Wings
Sometimes in November I look up from whatever the latest novel I’m writing happens to be, and I notice that I’ve passed a milestone in the course of my writing for the day. On occasion I’ve moved past 10,000 words without thinking of it. Once in a while I’ve blasted through 25,000 words and not … Continue reading This Novel, Day 25
I talked to my sister on the phone tonight. She is in Grand Rapids for the night, but she will be someplace else tomorrow. I am where I am going to be for the foreseeable future. And that’s okay. She is one of those fly-by-night sorts that I envy but that I could never be … Continue reading I Am Not An Only Child
Plot is the way the story moves forward. Not backward, but forward. Too often plot seems a bit circuitous, wrapping around to meet itself again later in the novel, but by then you’re too confused as a reader to follow it, or you don’t care anymore. It’s called getting “cute” with the plot, and only … Continue reading What is Plot? Baby, Don’t Hurt Me.