Friday, March 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Niki's Blog
Everyone should definitely check out Niki Schoenfeldt's blog, The Fractured Keyboard. Well worth your time.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Ooh! Ooh! I'm on Seedpod!
I just had the following "micro" or "flash" fiction "published" by Seedpod Publishing
Her eyes sparkled as she opened the familiar blue box. A silver heart-shaped charm winked up at her. "I love you," he said. @timkeetonwriter
How cool is that?
Her eyes sparkled as she opened the familiar blue box. A silver heart-shaped charm winked up at her. "I love you," he said. @timkeetonwriter
How cool is that?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Just do it!
Just reading some of Madeleine L'Engle' 1963 Newbery Award acceptance speech. A few portions particularly caught my eye and attention.
"Most of what is best in writing isn’t done deliberately.
Do I mean, then, that an author should sit around like a phony Zen Buddhist in his pad, drinking endless cups of espresso coffee and waiting for inspiration to descend upon him? That isn’t the way the writer works, either. I heard a famous author say once that the hardest part of writing a book was making yourself sit down at the typewriter. I know what he meant. Unless a writer works constantly to improve and refine the tools of his trade they will be useless instruments if and when the moment of inspiration, of revelation, does come. This is the moment when a writer is spoken through, the moment that a writer must accept with gratitude and humility, and then attempt, as best he can, to communicate to others."
"...the hardest part of writing a book was making yourself sit down at the typewriter..." Wow. Straight from the author's mouth.
Actually, Ms. Donna Earnhardt had already given me similar advice (i.e. "Write, man! What are you waiting for? :) Your pencil is waiting…"), so I know what I should do. Now the key is doing it.
"Most of what is best in writing isn’t done deliberately.
Do I mean, then, that an author should sit around like a phony Zen Buddhist in his pad, drinking endless cups of espresso coffee and waiting for inspiration to descend upon him? That isn’t the way the writer works, either. I heard a famous author say once that the hardest part of writing a book was making yourself sit down at the typewriter. I know what he meant. Unless a writer works constantly to improve and refine the tools of his trade they will be useless instruments if and when the moment of inspiration, of revelation, does come. This is the moment when a writer is spoken through, the moment that a writer must accept with gratitude and humility, and then attempt, as best he can, to communicate to others."
"...the hardest part of writing a book was making yourself sit down at the typewriter..." Wow. Straight from the author's mouth.
Actually, Ms. Donna Earnhardt had already given me similar advice (i.e. "Write, man! What are you waiting for? :) Your pencil is waiting…"), so I know what I should do. Now the key is doing it.
Musings
I need to be writing. Wait, that's not right. I feel I should be writing. Should I? Why "should" on myself? What are the consequences if I don't write? I suppose for one, the myriad of ideas which are tumbling about in my mind, each deafening in its own right, will continue to drive me in this direction, then that direction, then ultimately nowhere at all.
Also, I believe, I really believe, that I have some ideas which others will find of interest, entertaining, and enlightening, if only I will present them to them. Ah, the beginning is the hardest, isn't it?
And so, as through a glass darkly I strive to see and release my inner vision(s), the procrastination must cease, and I, I must take the road less traveled by, and that will make all the difference.
Also, I believe, I really believe, that I have some ideas which others will find of interest, entertaining, and enlightening, if only I will present them to them. Ah, the beginning is the hardest, isn't it?
And so, as through a glass darkly I strive to see and release my inner vision(s), the procrastination must cease, and I, I must take the road less traveled by, and that will make all the difference.
Friday, January 1, 2010
My First Poem of the New Year
A New Year
As I sit me down to type,
I will not groan,
I will not gripe,
About the things from this year past,
That I am glad are gone at last.
Instead, I'll kneel and say a prayer,
For the love and kindness,
And the care,
I'm given each and every day,
Which help to carry me on my way.
And as I give my thanks with cheer,
I'll wish us all a bless'd new year!
As I sit me down to type,
I will not groan,
I will not gripe,
About the things from this year past,
That I am glad are gone at last.
Instead, I'll kneel and say a prayer,
For the love and kindness,
And the care,
I'm given each and every day,
Which help to carry me on my way.
And as I give my thanks with cheer,
I'll wish us all a bless'd new year!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Out with the old, in with the...
Well, in the event I don't get to do it later, I wanted to be sure to bid a fond adieu to 2009 and to the first decade of the new millenium (if I am off on that on a technicality, so be it). This has not been a particularly good year or decade for me as a writer (see my Blog's subtitle) or personally (I lost my father and a grandmother at the beginning of this decade, and my "mundane" job here at the end), but I would be remiss if I did not admit that I have been blessed. My wife did not die of cancer this year, and should be with me for many years to come (God help her with me...). I have many excellent friends, and a loving family. All-in-all, I really shouldn't complain. Here's to a blessed and happy new year for us all!
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