Writers Muse
Thoughts from the writers perspective. Usually includes humorous articles.
Once upon a time there was a shellfish which lived alongside all the other coastal creatures in the intertidal zone between the ocean and the shore. Its world being a tiny area of wet sand that it could claim as its own, the shellfish did not have lofty goals and was resigned to its lot in life.
The deep and painful rift between Mother and me began in the 1960s when I started college. The road had been rocky before then. Members of my immediate and extended family needed to accuse someone for the crippling effects of my father’s heroin addiction. In a Jewish family like mine, the shame of my father’s addiction was just too difficult to face.
I learned recently that a dear man, an old poet I once knew, had died. This morning I woke up remembering the day I met him.
Part of my writing discipline includes jotting down things children say. They are a great source of inspiration, humor, and wisdom.
It’s good to have choices but often I have so many choices for my writing that I cannot pick one. It’s a trick of the procrastinator to list or to survey all the choices and ignore the fact that there is no focus.
