THE SOUL MUST SPEAK, AND LONGS TO BE HEARD

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…)

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…)

THE URGE TO PUBLISH TERRORIZES YOU

May 31, 2009

Tags: writing, fiction, fiction writing, dreams, life after death, immortality

Years back, when I lived in Seattle, a certain graffito adorned buildings around town: "The urge to buy terrorizes you." Being a non-consuming sort, the urge to buy in fact did not terrorize me. However, the phrase stuck in my head, much as had a graffito in large white letters painted on the bricks (more…)

THE GREAT LIBRARY IN THE SKY

April 4, 2009

Tags: Fiction, writing, dreams, immortality, libraries

I've kept dream journals for many years. There are certain landscapes and buildings I've revisited many times on the Dream Plane. One of these is the great Library in the Sky, as I think of it.
It's a lovely, classical Greek building full of light, with many rooms--a library and museum combined. It (more…)

TEMPLES OF ALL GOOD THINGS

March 25, 2009

Tags: writing, fiction writing, dreams

What is it about libraries? They're such cool places. The Chapel Hill Library just hosted an Author Tea for me, and it was a wonderfully enjoyable event (see Newsletter.)

The house I grew up in was a bit like a library, with bookshelves in just about every room, and voracious readers of all ages (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."

The Muse and the musician

The Soul Dreams, Listening to Her Muse

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