Category Archives: Writing

Journey

When I was young I wrote stories about climbing trees, playing with a friend, and playing with my dog. All of these stories ended the same with my mother walking in and the narrative would just stop. You’d think someone would have noticed this, but no one cared. I never wrote a book report for school, not even one. I graduated high school with no real plans besides becoming a mechanic. Right after high school I had an epiphany and for about a month I though long and hard about writing for car magazines. I had been reading Road & Track for three years and was also reading Hot Rod magazine. A lot of thought and not one word written down about it. In the service I found myself buying lots and lots of books, but only reading sporadically. When I was 25 I read A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway and was inspired to become a writer. Sporadic reading and writing ensued. I pursued a BA and chose the testing out method for various reasons and almost never wrote a paper until the last class. I took three classes that required writing: College Writing; Research Paper; and the final Capstone. After I retired from working on airplanes I wanted to take a certificate course @ UW in Genealogy, but my wife talked me into pursuing a Certificate in Writing. I didn’t feel like writing anymore. Now I have returned to work and the only thing I want to do is to retire again. So here I am, a writer that doesn’t write.

I don’t think my problem is that I do not want to write, but that I have no ambitions.

Bully Haiku

cuddly wedge head, Spin!
Willie war boy / party girl
bully back-up lights

reason rules the day
rose petals through noiseless stream
intellectual

Scottish monarchs ruled
over the heather and hills
Haggis, Kilts, and Blood

Big climbing mountains
train for Everest, K2
snowfall approaches
alpine makes its own weather
rain, snow, cold, isolation

Springtime Alaska
is where I’ll soon be going
ice floes breaking up

Wet brown bears fishing
flying meals must be tasty
at play in the falls

Bipolar misfit
amazing flying rage; boom!
–get away from me

feelings will fail you
real love is a decision
heal first, then move on

Kiss me, great beauty
move me hinge-less thru rapture
love me all my days

Intelligence sucks
the world is not enough, dig!
know thyself, and laugh

Books about Writing

There seem to be as many books about writing as there are stars in the sky. Here are a few of my favorites:

Writing Down the Bones – Natalie Goldberg

Bird by Bird – Anne Lamott

On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft – Stephen King

Fearless Writing – William Kenower

A Natural History of the Senses – Diane Ackerman

Henry Miller on Writing

On Writing Well – William Zinsser

One Writers Beginnings – Eudora Welty

Sin and Syntax – Constance Hale

The Right to Write – Julia Cameron

The Spooky Art: Some Thoughts on Writing – Norman Mailer

Writing is My Drink – Theo Pauline Nestor

A Dangerous Profession – Frederick Busch

The Writer’s Journey: Mythic Structure for Writers – Christopher Vogler

 

From here on out….

From here on out, I will do my best to write Mystery stories to the best of my ability and if they turn into literary fiction, so be it. If they stay at the level of genre fiction that’s okay too as long as I am better than James Michener. I really can’t stand his writing especially the constant need for the info dump. I might also write Thrillers cuz I like them better than Mysteries.

When I read….

When I read Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Norman Mailer, Saul Bellow, and many others I come away wanting to be a writer. When I read John Grisham, Stephen King, or James Michener I want to either be a lawyer, a clock-tower sniper, or just go back to being a mechanic. A writer has to take me on a journey where I forget where I am.