Category Archives: Creativity
Writing Thoughts and a Short Story
So, I’ve been exchanging emails with Ernie today and one of the things I sent him was a link to a short story I wrote back in 2003. I haven’t read it for a number of years and I read back over part of it today after I sent the link out. While I was [...]
Sheepfall
Graceful sheep stream down The mountainside like water. Cows watch below – Mooooooo.
Sleep
Sandman’s grasping claws Draw my heavy eyelids down Time to join my dreams
Alliteration Ain’t Always Asinine
Godfried’s glad gaze gathered the galloping geldings as he gulped a glass of graft-gained-tea.
Creative Writing vs Coding
So, as you probably noticed, my creative writing on the site has fallen off quite a bit lately. It seems that I can focus on creative writing or I can focus on coding, but I’m not so good at doing both at the same time. I’m going to be focusing on coding for the foreseeable [...]
Fear in a Handful of Dust
Jared was 10 when his parents sold him. His father made excuses about how they just couldn’t afford to support two children while his mother squeezed out a few tears. He knew that deep inside they were glad that he was leaving because even deeper inside, they were afraid of him. His master was a [...]
First Lines: Journey Sought
Olga finished reading the journal and realized – this was not an ending, it was a beginning.
On First Lines
So, I’m sitting here, trying to think up a good first line. I’ve written and thrown out a few, but nothing seems like it’s good enough to put up. I just keep thinking of my absolute favorite first line. The one that I’ll never forget and will measure all other first lines against. “The man [...]
In a writing mood
So, lately I’ve been feeling in more of a writing mood. Creative writing I mean. I’m sure that part of it is because I recently came across the blog of an author I enjoy reading (Elizabeth Bear). Seeing someone else let cool words spill smoothly across the page while discussing their view and artistry in [...]
Buried Core
Does everyone have a central place buried deep inside them – a simple, stolid creative core, bursting with thoughts, locked by normalcy held intact by day to day living suppressed, neglected, uncared for, unpracticed, hidden from the light of day where only breaking down the daily boundaries lets loose the lessons laying down there or [...]