I’m trying to reduce the friction for peripheral writing while attempting to focus on the main train–the completion of additions and editing for Book #3, now in active revision towards publication–in a year, maybe. So if you subscribe to Fragments…
…is not a garden. And maybe 75 stories, essays and sylvan ramblings does not make a book. That is the judgment, I think, in the minds and profit-making needs of perhaps most publishers of books. They are used to (and…
That’s not exactly right. FUTURE status UNK, but when is that not the case? Just sometimes more UNK than others. And we are in one of those times, I suppose, on Goose Creek and on Planet Earth. Where do we…
You’ve known people, surely, that if they had to keep their hands in their pockets, they couldn’t tell a story. I’ve just realized that part the reason for the dearth of blog posts over the past year is because I’ve…
The title is the name of the first section of what I once imagined–and still sometimes am certain–will be a book whose title will be “One Place Understood.” The first chapter is Finding Floyd. When I wrote this in early…
I sat on the love seat watching the fire burn down, sat there much longer than the usual wait to close down the draft just so and get on about my work. My work. I sat there in the flickering…
“It was during the Renaissance that creativity was first seen, not as a conduit for the divine, but from the abilities of “great men.” –wikipedia So I was riffing on this notion that creativity was not even a word until…
While it does not register even the tiniest twitch on the digital Richter Scale, it’s kind of a big deal on my personal storyline (circa 2002) when there are few words and pixels here at Fragments for much of May…
The Radford Library dispel the notion that books and reading are so yesterday. Â You can help in this mission. You must! Plan to come for the authors who have given their day to this opportunity to speak with each of…
We have out of town company. We have grass growing. We have a dessicated garden dependent on arms and legs for its liquid needs. We have a long shopping list for Blacksburg today. So all those exuses taken together, I’m not getting anywhere…
 An approaching cold front yesterday brought clearing skies and strong winds that pushed tattered clouds before the leading edge of it. The thermometer dropped back into all to familiar territory.  Again. For six more weeks, the groundhog says. I suppose…
Ten years ago, having written from the gut about whatever came to mind or heart, I was identified as a “place blogger” first by Chris Corrigan of Bowen Island Journal. Â He could see what I could not yet see about…
Well heck. It looked so nice on my Mac. I wanted an easy, small-file-size “display” of my upcoming presentations that will require more of the eyes than of the ears. But the Keynote to Power Point conversion left the text…
At six this morning, I am deep in the last-minute re-thinking of what I might say to a sizable audience of mixed-age authors and their families and friends on Friday in Wytheville. I have not been able to get comfortable…