Hi folks. I went off the deep end in my personal blog about literary criticism. You might want to read it here: I Don’t Get Literary Criticism.
our son, Charles, will next Monday begin his professional career. Doctorate in hand, he begins his position as an associate administrator over admissions for the Pritzker Medical School of the University of Chicago. On a phone call this week we talked, not for the first time, about the job and what it entails. Some of …
I had a one-year subscription to Poet & Writer magazine, six issues at a deep discount of $10. I’ve always enjoyed this magazine, since it pulls together a broader variety of writers and writing topics than do many other magazines for writers. Often on my travels I will enter a Barnes & Noble, take one …
At Sunset On icy roads I drive with caution towardmy home, still seeing piles of work not done.With traffic all around I can’t affordto look behind to see the setting sun. I speed the mower recklessly alongthe field and hope the dark holds off a bitto let me cut it all. A sparrow’s songbreaks through—oh, …
Two different writers sites/groups that I visit on the Internet asked that question this week. Chip MacGregor, in his blog post on Wednesday, answered the question “Why do I write?” And The Writers View 2, in their Thursday question, asked us to answer, in a sentence, the question, “What is your motivation for writing?” Interesting …
Good evening, all you faithful readers. I’m just back from writers guild, where I shared my long poem “A Woodland Acre” from my poetry book Father Daughter Day. I’m going through that book four pages at a time (four pages is our limit). Last week this stopped me in the middle of the poem. This …
I have a picture of him somewhere, though I don’t think I can upload it to any of the computer I normally work at. If I can find the card, I’ll add a picture later. Hunter was our dachshund. He joined our family in the fall of 1998, age 18 months. We had not had …
Back from the funeral, no major household projects going on, reasonable workload at the office, no upcoming trip to prepare for, the checkbook mostly up to date, household finances needing only 30 minutes to bring them up to date. I should be writing. But I’m not. Yesterday I posted one of my older poems for …
I had good intentions of blogging over the weekend. The wife is away, I’ve kept the house neat, and had no major yard work to do. But a summer cold hit, and I found myself with no gumption to write much of anything. By Sunday evening I felt much better (thought my scratchy voice belied …
Last night I was dead tired when I got home, for some reason. Was it the emotional letdown after the successful class I taught during yesterday’s noon hour? Or was it my bagworm ministry for 35 minutes before church yesterday evening? Or might it just be over-eating and under-sleeping while the wife’s away? For whatever …
An Arrow Through the Air
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