WaterFire in R.I. was really awesome. There’s so much to see, and it’s all awe-inspiring, romantic, and awesome. You can watch them light the fires, watch the boats, go through the star light forest, and even go through a cool sculpture marred by graffiti. Fire’s gotta go out sometime, I suppose.
Inspiration is elusive and wonderful. I got inspired for an idea for a painting the other night. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a painting someone had just finished. The progress was great for the time that had passed and I knew he had been working hard. This person’s passion… Continue reading Inspiration: being struck hard.
There are little moments in life where just existing seems to be so satisfactory. I’m having one of those moments. I’m feeding my friends’ cat and I’m reading on their deck, cool summer breeze, someone playing oldies. I couldn’t help but think of Kurt Vonnegut’s advice to notice the moments like these. And god damn,… Continue reading If this isn’t nice, what is?
I was just listening to the very talented Lauryn Hill, stole her title. In life, and in creating (for me, that’s mostly writing and a touch of painting), is it best to just dive right in with some rough idea of what you want? I read somewhere the other day that it’s assumed writers do… Continue reading Everything is everything?
How even do you do this? We try to learn from previous mistakes and not repeat them. I’ve set this goal to have a first draft of my book completed by November. I’m having trouble, however, working in the time daily to write. I must have enough time. People have written lengthy books and they,… Continue reading How to live so you don’t look back with regret.
I stand on my porch on Main Street, U.S.A. to smoke cigarettes. People driving by in their cars or stopped at the light usually just stare at me, and I back at them. Today this little boy waved to me. At first, I didn’t see him. Once I did, I smiled and waved back. His… Continue reading A Friendly Hello Sparks
I started my fortune teller gypsy painting. How does one come to terms with being a writer who’s never been starving? Who’s never not had health insurance or a warm, comfortable, safe home? I’m not presenting these as problems warranting pity; that should be obvious. I’ve read so much material that has been written by… Continue reading Be a gypsy, get around.