September 1, 2019

The place I want to write my next story.

Read other blogs!

If I could pick one place in the world to sit and write my next story, I choose a small cabin on a warm beach and in front of the vast, untamed ocean. I'm sitting at an outside table with my computer.

The day starts cloudy and warm, slowly turning hot. As I write, I observe the birds playing in the waves or looking for foods; watch the flies buzzing with news of this or that, and spy a lizard sitting on a rock beside me quietly warming. Boats move into and from a dock. A seagull stands on an orange circle on the railing of the walking path and beneath the bird is written, LIFE RING. I know I'm safe and can journey more into the story I must tell while life around me preforms as usual.

Click here to enter your blog to view in the Linky Tools list...

August 1, 2019

My writing taking me by surprise!

Read other bloggers.



Well, not writing specifically; verbal storytelling came in with a blast. Twenty years ago, the computer I used wiped from within and the floppy disk all my children's stories, a first draft novel I finished, and a family tree I had spent 3 years compiling.

 As I recovered on my couch, a thought ran through my mind, "Time for you to stand up and tell a story." To stand up and tell one of my creative stories, never. A disgusting, impossible idea, farther more where to start.

I never heard a person tell stories, only lectures about specific subjects. (This was before YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, google blogs, before the cell phones and the videos we watch.) I did find a program at a Park and Recreation Center. Finally at Dominican University in San Rafael, I found a whole series on "How to Tell a Story." Verbally telling was precisely like writing a story; characters, plots, and scenes. And, there were thousands of public domain free stories, the TRADITION TALES, from all over our world to preform.

SO, I stood up and told a story.


NOW . . . TODAY - I write traditional fractured stories. That means I re-write or re-tell folklore by adapted, enhanced, re-imaged, embroidered, modified, elaborated, and embellished characters, scenes, and make subplots. I fabricated to suit my time and to create a better read. All folktales, fairy tales, legends, fables, myth are analogy, metaphors, or simile we use in writing. Traditional tales are the bones of today's movies and novels.


July 3, 2019

My Personal Traits in my Characters

Read the blogs!


What personal traits have I written into my characters?

EASY, the love and playfulness of nature and the insects and spirits who play between the light and shadows. This is actually my view of life about the magical spirits that occupy my mind as I sit in my garden watching the trees and flowers grow and bloom.

June 6, 2019

My favorite genre to read, and the genre I write.

Check out other opinions.

Notice who is hiding.
NON-FICTION and ARCHEOLOGY are my favorite readings, and of course, all the information about writing and publishing.

What I write is FANTASY. I have always taken what is real and twisted around to show my opinions in the stories I create.  Non-fiction does allow this re-imaging and enhancement.

So, I am a writer who uses symbolized words to write analogy, similies, and metaphors about the possibilities of the real. We don't know what is real. Over hundreds of years, what was once believed reality has changed and still changes. Many theories exist about these changes. So I adapt, embroidery, modify, and elaborate on what I think reality is.

I believe we build on the dreams of the fictional, fantasy, and science-fiction thinkers. Then I carry this one level farther to the characters that float, flitter or walk around us that we do not see in our limited reality.

May 1, 2019

Learned language has power!

Read Blogs on IWSG.
 VERBAL LANGUAGE HAD POWER FOR ME, as a child the words help describe what I wanted and I could communicate with my mom, dad, and brother, later my friends, teachers, and family relations. I learned that the tone of language helps, a pleasant voice got more than the whining begging voice.

Then in the eighth grade, I learned WRITTEN LANGUAGE HAD POWER, I wrote a piece that was accepted by the local newspaper, on the kid's section, of course, still in the city newspaper, the Rocky Mountain New in Colorado Springs, Colorado.



A simple story about a lost dog, who found his way home. The fear of getting lost was every kid's concern during school years because we explored our neighbors. Then when we lived in the mountains of Colorado where my Dad cut the lodgepole pines for telephone poles and fences, there were no paths just a main road. What if I got lost?

This bit of writing I have saved to this day, it sits in a frame in my writing room, reminding me success is here and small counts.