Literary Love-Child

I used to pretend I was Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s love-child. In a spiritual-literary sense, I still dream that it's true. Here’s a lecture he gave about the Shape of Stories. In his sublime simplicity and humor, he explains all of storytelling with a simple graph. It applies, as well, to the stories we tell ourselves.... Continue Reading →

Plays and porches

Today I heard from the author of "The Passing of Exquisite Music" that she's okay with my learning and performing the one-woman play she wrote about Martha Root. I spent time with manuscript this evening on the porch of my Texas home. My projects tend to evolve slowly, until they burst out alive. I prefer... Continue Reading →

Untitled: A Look at Titles

You're at a museum and a piece catches your eye. You stop and read the description only to find that it's called "Untitled." Maybe you feel ripped off. Maybe you think the artist was slacking off. Maybe you're annoyed that the creator couldn't give you just a little more, a simple name for what this... Continue Reading →

The Alice Project

Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →

[Novel] The Waking Tree: “She didn’t have to look around to know how the snakes slithered in the colorless darkness …”

The Waking Tree: “She didn’t have to look around to know how the snakes slithered in the colorless darkness, down the walls, across the tan shag carpet and up onto the canopy that hung sheer and light above her bed.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my... Continue Reading →

[Novel] The Waking Tree: “Her little girl fingers tapped a message into the ground—”

The Waking Tree: “Her little girl fingers tapped a message into the ground—a message of love, a plea for forgiveness. The message was for the spider. It was for her brother. This message seeped into the soil as sweetly as spring rain.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals... Continue Reading →

The Question of a Story

This is a story about a girl who meets another girl from another time. Do I write it in first person since it actually happened to me? Yes. Do I write it as a novel? Just write and it will find its own shape. It may take on many forms. It could be a performance... Continue Reading →

The Alice Project

Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →

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