The Rear View Mirror

Any blogger worth their salt knows to evaluate what (s)he writes about and knows to give potential readers something that interests them. The trick, of course, is to, well, trick them into digging deeper that they’ve gone before, making them think in new ways about their interests. I call that looking in the rear view…

Inner Voice Makes All The Difference

I was recently asked, in so many words, if I thought my writing was a calling. Tough question, that. Just what constitutes a calling, anyway? Old Man Webster makes the definition broad: anything you do customarily in the form of a vocation to something divinely inspired you engage in. Here’s where I fit into that band…

Kirkus Speaks About Intimate Things

  Coincidentally, today’s the day I received a review of In This Love Together – Love, Failing Limbs and Cancer. When you’re writing about things as intimate as a marriage, inseminated deeply with love, you’re never sure if you see the width and breadth of the forest for at least one of the trees comprising…

A Jones I Never Anticipated

I think I’m an addict. No, no, not what you have in mind; not street skag and not the more commonly accepted uptown coke. Certainly not opioids, although I have a longstanding prescription for a small amount to help me deal with persistent knee and leg pain. It’s writing, I think. It’s my compulsion to write that has…

What’s In A Character?

I just finished reading a blog post by a writer friend, who proclaimed love for (at least) one of her characters. And that set me to thinking, as most things will do. What about those antiheroes? The characters you love to hate? The deeply flawed protagonist? Is a writer to love these, too? Long ago,…

Language and the Limits of Being Human

  Everyone feels that we’re in unique times, but as a writer, I have to wonder what we’ll write as the world and its people traverse these interesting times. Will history take off in some unexpected direction? Will we head into space, explore the “final frontier?” Will human nature itself change? Having spent the decades…

Language: Rich With Humanity and Ambiguity

  What is there about writing that attracts us writers so? Most of us are compelled to write, but that doesn’t really answer the question, does it? Part of it is the love of language – the music and rhythm of it. I used to ride the city bus in Atlanta, listening to the Hispanic…