Posted by: roughwighting | July 3, 2015

Creating a Writerly Web

spider, web, writingI stare.

I sigh.

I pick up my glass of iced tea and swallow.

Twice.

My hips twist as I sit in the chair, the one in front of the computer.

The computer where I’m typing the new chapter.

The new chapter where my character Gregory gets caught in a web of… Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | June 26, 2015

The Magic of My Smile

magic, smileAt first, I wasn’t sure how to use it. A handshake made sense, but how many people do I actually shake hands with in a span of a day?

So then I thought, how about just in the tilt of my head? When I’m ready to dispense my magic, I’ll just tilt my head and ta da –magic completed.magic, smile

But no, I decided, too impersonal and detached. Same with my rather whimsical idea of wrinkling my nose aka Samantha in “Bewitched.” When I’m ready to bestow this newfound magic, I need to do it up front and personal. I was rather proud of my new powers, so I wanted to share them in as pleasant and friendly a way as possible.

So my smile became the vehicle for my magic. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | June 19, 2015

Non Random Acts of Kindness

karen-sanderson-word-shark-blog-graphicThis past weekend, I brought the wrong cookies to my mother, and I attended a Writers’ Conference in Delaware.

Believe it or not, these two disparate comments belong together.

Flattered to be invited to attend and speak at the  Word Shark Writing Conference organized by Karen Sanderson, editor, writer and blogger, I accepted after realizing I could combine the trip with a visit to my mom, who lives just a half hour away.

A few days before the conference, I worked on my presentation while also baking my mother’s favorite chocolate chip butterscotch oatmeal bars.  My mom doesn’t have a big sweet tooth, but for some reason she absolutely loves my bars.

writing, cookies, antique plateAt 5:30 a.m. on the day of my long train ride to Delaware, I grabbed the special bars from the freezer, where I had stored them. Seven hours later I gratefully unloaded my bag with the special treats, basking in my mom’s gratefulness.

But as I pulled the bars out of their freezer bag onto one of her antique flowery dainty china plates, I gasped. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | June 12, 2015

Dream Friends

dreaming, dream friends

 

So many friends I leave without saying goodbye.

They teach me and love me without saying why.

 

 

A taxicab driver, a captain of ships,

A restaurant owner, an arranger of trips –

They seem to have nothing in common with me,

Except pushing me to take too many risks!

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Posted by: roughwighting | June 5, 2015

Math Genius

math genius, middle schoolMy grades are top notch when I’m 10, 11, 12, so the school asks my parents’ permission to test me. They agree. (No one, of course, asks me.)

But I don’t mind too much, since the 25 pages contain loads of fun stuff like fill-in-the-blank sets and subsets, numbers, and numerical word sentences.

A month later, results in, the elementary school principal tells my parents that I’m a math genius. Read More…

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