Category: Back to School

  • The moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn't thought about. At that moment he's alive and you leave it to him. (Graham Greene, Advice to Writers) No, I'm not at that point yet. But the words are coming quicker…I can close my eyes and pull the world of my story around…

  • I'm a fifty-year-old, perimenopausal woman, clinging stubbornly to decades-old dreams of finishing college and making a living as a full-time writer. Imagine my surprise when I heard a song on the radio that seemed to express all of the jumbled emotions many women (and probably men) my age are feeling - disappointment, discouragement, determination, joy and hope – and…

  • My first class is behind me, thank goodness. I really didn't know what to expect, even though I'm the teacher as well as the student. Actually, I didn't know what to expect because the teacher-me still hadn't quite figured out how it should go… Should I spend the entire time writing? If so, how much…

  • Something about the start of a new school year always fires me up - I find myself making resolutions, setting goals, and getting organized as if it were New Year's Eve!  I think about starting projects that have been pushed from season to season and ultimately ignored all year, as if I have to get them done right NOW! Maybe it's leftover…

  • TG is really and truly a college student now, surrounded with college and all things college-related. By the time I got home from work yesterday, she had her things packed and ready to go. She had even tidied up her bedroom! Daniel and his friend Austin met us at her dorm and helped us get her…

  • "Barbara Inez…just what have you been up to? I mean I've already been gone a week and I'm sure a lot has happened…"  "…Barb, I hope you get your tail in gear and get up here to see me. It's just beautiful…"  "I've always loved that song "You've got a friend" by Carol King and…

  •     Using my cell phone as a flashlight, Tom and I followed a dirt trail through oaks and junipers. A string of lights blinked at us through the boughs – a beacon in the darkness. I couldn't believe we forgot a flashlight. Or that I had worn my flip-flops. But we still worked our way up the steep rocky…

  •         …it's more than I had at the beginning of the semester. What I turned in last night resembles a screenplay in the same way a lump of clay resembles a sculpture; I still have a LOT of work ahead of me. But…I did it. I twisted and tucked and pruned my great-great grandfather's experiences into a…

  •   …give or take a few years. That's where I'll be the next two weeks, if anyone is looking for me. My screenplay deadline is growing large…and hairy…with fangs dripping blood…and huge sharp claws…and…okay, that's enough. But it is starting to resemble a gigantic monster that can only be appeased by (many) more pages of screenplay…

  •     Okay, this morning I realized I'm too old (that's right, I said it!) to function for very long without adequate sleep. Theoretically, it seems like a great idea, and it's worked for me in the past: skimp on sleep, use the extra hours to write or take care of whatever else is screaming for attention at…