A friend of mine describes those critical inner voices as a committee that tells how we ought to behave. Mostly, these committee members have tenure for life and all too much power to make us believe in our chronic ineptitude. As writers we get outvoted on new ideas and the committee slashes the delicate ego…

Today we have a guest blog from Edie Rose. Edie, Fran Denancourt and I are near cousins: my father and Fran’s father had the same mother; Edie’s father and Fran’s had the same father. However, I feel like we are cousins in full because we share family history and a birthplace, Little Rhody. Fran does…

Sitting in my favorite spot at Lighthouse Writers Friday 500, I give myself the gift of free writing, time to let my mind wander, to explore loose, sunset thoughts as Denver sinks into the gloaming. What surfaces is an old dream scene, an Andrew Wyeth/Edward Hopper hybrid, a white farmhouse on a green slope, no…

One of my several shortcomings as a writer is a lack of discipline regarding what I read. I study lists of great books, must reads, and classics that any well-read person should have consumed, digested, internalized, but I don’t often bring home the classics. We all know the old excuse, “So many books, so little…

This morning I woke from a dream in which I was chasing a wolf out of my back yard. My weapon was a large baseball bat. The wolf’s weapon was invisible. I think it’s called fear. Dream symbolism being what it is, I assumed that this message was about feeling that the wolf is at…