writing from memory

There’s a reason. Really. Writers walk atop a paper-thin edge. They must get to the truth of a tale–but that does not always mean they will present the events of the story accurately. Or maybe they will. We draw on our own memories for our sensory details, which might be extremely helpful. Or not. Some [...]

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and the meaning of it all?

The nurses turn her every two hours to keep her from drowning in her own fluids. Not so she won’t die, but so she won’t die that way. You wait. Can she see you? Can she hear you? First, you play marches.  Because she always played Sousa while she did housework, however infrequent that was. [...]

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wounded writers

Wounds. The ones you can’t see. How much writing comes from unresolved grief?  I’m not sure even the writer knows. You might start with the barest wisp of an idea.  You diddle around, you form a sentence or two, and then it’s like you’re channeling another dimension.  Anguish spatters across your screen.  Venom, confusion, self-flagellation. [...]

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