Stories

  • 162. In the Storm

    May 16, 2017

    Time makes stories visible out of chaos. That is my firm belief. And experience until now. Why should the birth of our son be any different?
  • 151. Point of Divergence

    May 5, 2017

    I feel ... really good about this story, and that it is finished now. I feel quickened (reference intended) in a way I haven't felt for many years.
  • 133. Breathing

    April 17, 2017

    I should tell stories first and foremost because I have to. Like I should breathe because I have to.
  • 128. Connection to the Beautiful

    April 12, 2017

    I've written a few in my time, variations of the same character I suppose, but Mary is SO angry. So much more than many of my previous 'outcasts'. I know it sounds pretentious to talk about her as if she was real and kind of deciding things in the story, but in all honesty I started with her just as a cipher and then she has, yes, grown as I wrote the story, kind of dictated more and more that it's about her. All about her feelings. About her isolation. About her loneliness. As much as a romp through dimensions and feeble attempts at homages. I wonder how may others have come to feel the same way about characters they have written, started with just as an idea, maybe just a name and nothing more? When? Under what circumstances? What story were they telling? This is one of the things to think about that makes me feel connected with someone I'll never see in a way that's very beautiful.
  • 106. Constant Discovery

    March 21, 2017

    Both paths have merit - the path where you know you also write about yourself, or the path where you just write and don't think more about it. And that is what is so wonderful about writing, and don't I forget it.
  • 104. Let Me Not Forget

    March 19, 2017

    I have to tell stories to feel alive, it is that simple, and I know it and I am deeply regretful about the periods when I have forgotten it, for all sorts of 'good reasons'. Or when I have doubted my ability to do it, to ever bring my storytelling out into the world in any meaningful form and therefore have stalled. I have to keep fighting that and so the only way that makes sense is to do it one fight at a time, a few hundred words here and there - but regularly. Please let me not forget.
  • 55. What That Space Feels Like

    January 29, 2017

    "She didn't try to repair it. She didn't even pretend she could. She knew that even if she had been able to communicate - through angels - or whatever with her sister in the other dimension, the sister would be lost, disconnected, from her life. Always. It would at the very least be like having a sister living across the Atlantic. You could only Skype, but never visit. She was gone. And in her place was the doubt about where she had gone. If anywhere. If there was anything left but the ghostly space in the heart. But the space could be owned. If she made the choice. It could be inhabited. So the girl knew the only way to live with it was to carry it with her: The space."
  • 53. The Story of Spindrift

    January 27, 2017

    The point is that my future just got more solid, more real, with all its ups and downs. Because I decided to chronicle it. Is that a good thing? For me, personally? I'm not sure. But it feels ... like it's going to be more meaningful simply because I weave it into some artifact for you to see after I am gone. Weave with my words ... After all, isn't that what we all long for, to be part of a story that has meaning?
  • 43. Resonances

    January 17, 2017

    The resonance of how you feel about life, for better or worse, is often found in the songs you listen to, over and over again. On levels only you know, even if you don't fully understand them all at once. Such a song therefore echoes in your heart and your mind, in ways you recognize - and only you. But sometimes the full recognition takes 25 years. Or more. Sometimes there is more to come, if you stay with the particular song and explore it, as life goes on. It will give off new reflections, new echoes, new resonances, and you will recognize them all. It need not be a song. It could be anything really. What is it for you? The song sends echoes in your heart and your mind, in ways you recognize - and only you.
  • 12. The Blessed Curse

    December 17, 2016

    Certain friendships and certain stories, have a very powerful effect on us in childhood and we keep coming back to them, hoping to find the heart from long ago in them. Even when our minds tell us it’s long gone.It is a testament to the power of the heart which is both a blessing and a curse. It is a blessing because the power of heartful experiences by and large is what makes life feel full and rich. It is a curse because the initial experience can be so powerful that it keeps us locked in. It keeps us looking for the faint glow of the original experience. It keeps us looking for new embers which might use to fan the old flame ... ... long after we are supposed to let it go and kindle a new fire in another place. But on average, perhaps, it is a blessing that remains. For that is where it started.
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