THE SOUL MUST SPEAK, AND LONGS TO BE HEARD

A LETTER FROM A READER, WITH REPLY

February 1, 2013

Tags: Writing, fiction, fiction writing, dreams, immortality, consternation, laughter, a bit of peace

What makes a writer happy? A happy reader. Read on:

Hi Kate,

I just started your book. It is amazing! I had it in my vast collection of books and my resolution is to read books I have purchased. I looked on Amazon and was shocked that only 4 people had reviewed it! It didn't (more…)

THE MUSE IS A HARSH MISTRESS

May 26, 2012

Tags: Fiction, Writing, Witing Fiction, Muse, Spirituality, Immortality

I’ve always loved the Judy Collins version of Jimmy Webb's song, “The Moon’s a Harsh Mistress” –“See her how she flies, golden sails across the sky,” etc., and those lovely, haunting lyrics have been running through my head lately, but with slightly different lyrics. Last time on my blog I talked cheerily about how I was enjoying taking a break from writing, (more…)

Camped Out in the Fallow Fields

February 25, 2012

Tags: Fiction, writing, writing ficion, dreams, reincarnation, immortality

I'm not writing a word of fiction these days, and it feels just fine. From ancient times, farmers have rotated crops, planted one but let another lie fallow for a season so the depleted soil can rest and replenish. For years I worked on WHERE THE LAKE BECOMES THE RIVER, my first novel, and (more…)

In Fiction is the Preservation of the World

October 7, 2011

Tags: Fiction, writing, fiction writing, dreams, immortality.

When I was a kid spending summers at my dad's childhood home in the deep woods not far from Oxford, Ms., our favorite destination was a place a mile or two up the road from Mamaw and Papaw's place, called the Sand Cave. Mamaw's family owned it; she'd grown up on that property; her (more…)

Zdravstvuite!

May 10, 2011

Tags: Fiction, writing, fiction writing, dreams, immortality

That's Russian for "hello," or "greetings!" Recently someone from Ryazan, Russia, visited my website, sparking my curiosity about the town. I investigated (Wikipedia), and found that Ryazan was situated on the Oka River southeast of Moscow, was, sadly, the first Russian city to be sacked by the Mongol horde of Batu Khan in 1237, and, has a lovely belltower. There were photos of the belltower, including one from the (more…)

THE MUSE IS A MATCHMAKER

April 23, 2011

Tags: Fiction, writing, fiction writing, dreams, immortality, romantic metaphysical parables

I set out to write a novel about one soul's quest to understand "The Truth About Life After Death" (a TV Guide-sized descript could read: "Girl wrestles with Death--and wins.") I had no idea I was going to write a romance while I was at it, but the Muse knew. Why? The Muse is (more…)

A WRITER'S LEGACY

February 6, 2010

Tags: Fiction, writing, writing fiction, dreams & immortality

A writer would rather write than do much of anything else. Writing is her gift to the world, a legacy and memorial.

There's a story about the king of an ancient kingdom in Asia--Japan or China, I don't remember which. This king is a poet, and he wants to leave a legacy of his (more…)

AND NOW, FOR MY NEXT ACT...

November 22, 2009

Tags: Writing, Fiction, Fiction Writing, Dreams, Immortality

My second novel is finished. I mean, well, "finished" meaning the entire story is down on the page, the final sentences are written and doing exactly what they ought'er do, every character has grown, and changed, and reached a certain point in his/her tale, poised to follow the road to new adventures. Now (more…)

THANKS, CAROL

October 22, 2009

Tags: Fiction, writing, writing fiction, dreams, immortality

A few days ago I was noodling on Amazon, and noticed a new review on WHERE THE LAKE BECOMES THE RIVER's page. It was a generous and kindly bit of feedback, by a woman named Carol, out in Oregon. I lived in the Pacific Northwest (Seattle) for a couple of decades before moving back (more…)

TV, Part Two: In the Cyclop's Cave

August 30, 2009

Tags: Fiction, writing, fiction writing, dreams, immortality

On the set of North Carolina Bookwatch, the sound man, discreet as a fine tailor, mikes you by placing a transciever the size of a cell phone just below your waistband at the back, and a tiny mike on your lapel.

The room is cavernous and dark beyond the hyper-brightly lit stage set of (more…)
I wondered, Why are so many of us compelled to write?...and the Muse, riding shotgun, replied, "The soul must speak, and longs to be heard."

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