Posts by Wayne
Second Nature
Rivaling the crisp new leaves flapping in the spring breeze, their noisy excuses were abundant. “Revisions take so long and winter was so short, and that’s my best time to write.” “I can’t focus on writing with a stuffy head. The pollen was the worst!“ “All that rain made me blue. . .” “And now…
Read MoreCrash! No Burn…
For the first time in this modern technological age, my computer cracked up. No ‘black screen of death.’ No smoke spiraled from the keyboard as ominous pipe organ music played. No oozing blood like the stairs in “The Amityville Horror.” Simply refusing to boot up was dramatic enough. However, after several failed attempts and forced…
Read MoreSpring Forward
Nature sprouts. People go outside their homes, put on shorts, take off shirts, dig in dirt, jump in water, and feel gleeful in the renewed warmth. After being cooped up, personal media shifts to in-person. They look over fences, tender a wave, and greet on the street. Maybe, just maybe, after their sequestration by winter…
Read MoreCloset Writing Sanctuary
“When I get really stressed, about to boil over, I head toward my closet.” Totally serious and willing to share, my friend, a woman I’d known since our teenage years, went on. “You’ve seen my closet, right? You saw the chair?” Nope, just a big walk-in closet in a big house seriously packed with lots…
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