December 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
The season when the world stops.
And reaches for the pan at the back of the cupboard,
the one used once a year to bake
We celebrate the familiar.
Gather those we love if we can.
Miss those who are gone more keenly.
Give ourselves a dispensation from the grind.
It can wait.
And the music in every store turns jingly
And we dream of snow to celebrate a birth
in a dusty, dry and snowless place
or we forget that birth and embrace instead
our families, our neighbors. « Read the rest of this entry »
December 7, 2014 § 2 Comments
I spend most days creating characters out of words—which is pretty abstract.
Even more abstract are the words themselves, figments of the collective imagination of a set of symbols called the alphabet.
Each letter is translated to sound in the mind, but a letter also exists in its own right as a shape on the page, a shape with an attitude, a personality.
Take A for instance. A is confrontational. Note the wide stance, the arms crossed on the chest. A is adamant, stubborn and tough. Being a writer who struggles with confrontations I’d diffuse A’s anger by bringing B into the scene.
B is that bosomy older woman who will hug the mad right out of anyone, even a hot head like A.
C shows up in my stories a lot. Open, receptive, a good listener. Having C in a story allows the writer to turn exposition into dialogue making critics less likely to ding them for loading up on exposition and backstory.
D is that dandy who thinks he’s all-that—note the straight back and the thrown out chest. Writing D I’d like to give him a secret fear, something to make him, if not likable at least more human, but I have a hard time getting past the smell of his cologne. « Read the rest of this entry »