Graphic created with WordItOut, since Wordle doesn't play nice with Chrome--with some additional tweaking to distort text and overlay it against deep space. It is a kind of occupational therapy.

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 dark because I understood so well that I don’t understand so well anymore just what my work is or ought to be. So I sat there a little longer, trying to put that feeling into words–the better if there was one word that would …

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“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 modern times, even while I had been thinking over the past weeks of how different an existence would prevail if “in the beginning” everything had just sat there:  If all along there was no progress with modification, no menu to choose from, no “ghost …

The Act of Creation Read more »

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 and June. No the cat does not have my tongue or my keyboard for that matter. There are reasons, and there are excuses, and there is some truth to the fact that said cat has my writer’s mojo wrapped up in a hot June-July …

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The Radford Library dispel the notion that books and reading are so yesterday.  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 you personally about their writing. Come  to hear them read from their work and tell their stories. Come to hear the music, to have lunch and enjoy life under the big top–the authors’ tent, rain or shine. If you pass by my table, I will have …

WordCrafters: Two Dozen Under One Roof Read more »

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 with a blog post this morning. So when such things happen, I look in my images and see if anything there prompts the Muse to get off her keister and help me. And she did. Sort of–by shifting my ruminations from the notion of …

Textures Read more »