I’m a writer. And an author. A reluctantly published author. I’m disappointed with myself in that way. If I wasn’t reluctant to publish, I’d do it more. If I wasn’t reluctant to publish, I’d shout to the world that I love to write stores. If I wasn’t reluctant to publish, I’d share my stories far and wide. Continue reading
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A Strange Wonderful Writing World in Haiku … and in Five Answers
I view the strange world
a vantage point of distance
Seated at my desk.
Clouds and sunshine peek
Like flirts on a summer’s day
Through the window blind.
Birds sweep with a laugh
Through the orange red branches
I spread my wings too.
Bodacious Loquacious Original & Gratifying
I was given notice this week.
Of my five-year blogging anniversary.
My mind automatically flew backward five years ago, when I lived in the SF Bay area, creating stories for the writing classes I taught, spending hours writing chapters for my novels, and stuffing it all in computer files and sagging file drawers.
And then my nephew arrived. Continue reading
A Hot Blogging Magician
I’m not a statistician. I’m not a mathematician, nor even a magician.
I’m a writer, which does take more magic than math. Yet, Word Press (my blog server) sent me the stats for my most popular posts the past couple of years. I’m going to use those post headings in this tiny tale (below), and see if you can guess which was the #1 post for Roughwighting.
Sex and food seem to be the driving force to draw in a reader. I’m not so happy about this, but facts are facts, and stats are stats.
So, I’m setting aside the novel that I’ve been spending days, weeks, months on, and moving to a new set of characters. They all have big feet, particularly the main male character, and he only eats one meal a day: Spaghetti. Continue reading
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Thank you for following me. But, um, are you following ALL of me? Every single last bit?
In other words, do you see me the way I want you to see me? 
Do you see the real me? The one with all my bells and whistles, with my form just right, my hem straight, my colors matching, the headlines bold and brilliant?
You can only answer yes, honestly, if you click on me.
Or more precisely, if you click on the title of my post when you receive it in your Inbox every Friday.
If you don’t click, but read my post as it arrives to you in e-mail form, you’re not seeing the real me! You’re seeing an outline, a draft, a ghostly form of my true intention.
So PLEASE, click on the title (like the one above that says “Please Click”) and enter the world of Roughwighting the way I intend you to see it. Full of background baby-blues and a white landscape for a differently colored font each post. Photos that pitch perfectly to the right or left of a phrase that I want to focus on. Quotes that are highlighted and indented “just so” – just so my reader, YOU, gets the gist of what I’m flashing about this beautiful absurd disturbing chaotic and incredible life of ours.
The way I’m meant to be viewed…
Please click on the title of my post each week. I promise, you’ll enjoy the benefits of color and pizazz. And, if you’re in the mood, you can read further down the blog post to see the replies of the brave, brilliant souls who have the courage to comment and (hopefully) commend.
Most importantly, though, THANK YOU for reading my flashes of life.
Clickingly yours,
Roughwighter
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