Continuing with my discussion of character development, I’d like to discuss those lesser characters … you know, the folks who drop by now and then to say howdy, only to leave a package of misery for your main character to … Continue reading
I’ve talked recently of character development and how their development processed through my first two novels. Naively, the structure of the characters in those works came easily; they simply presented themselves within the framework of this writer’s vivid imagination. I’m … Continue reading
I recently had dinner with friends who wanted to know how I make up characters in my writing. I don’t remember the more-than-likely lame answer I gave them about making fictional composites of people and personalities … blah, blah, blah. … Continue reading
I’ll never forget the day I trotted out the first pages of my story, All the Dancing Birds, only to be met with howls of disbelief from my writer’s group. “Nice writing, Auburn, but the viewpoint is wrong.” “You can’t … Continue reading
Every day, there’s a question that rolls around under my skin, and makes me nearly crazy with its implications, its insinuations, its persistence. It’s a simple question – not much to it, really. This inquest contains only two words. Nevertheless, … Continue reading
My mother grew rhubarb in her Portland garden; she planted it on mounds of dirt along the fence where it she said it got the most sun. Now and then during the summer, she would pull on her gloves and … Continue reading
Would anyone mind if I tossed in a piece of poetry now and then? If I shared a bit of that cloud that occasionally comes by and snags on the corner of my mind? I suppose no one will object. … Continue reading
Scents trigger in me a visceral, down-in-the-gut immediacy. I smell the meat of a cracked-open walnut, and I’m immediately nine years-old and swinging my legs over a low branch on the walnut tree that grew in the backyard of my … Continue reading
At the bidding of my doctor, I’m taking the day off to rest the old wrists. May I be the first to say, wrist-resting is hard for a Type-A. Grrrrr. My best to you all, Auburn
Miss Dragon here today, filling in for the ailing Auburn — some whiny excuse about her wrist, yet again. I’m, however, feeling fit as a fiddle and ready for duty. Auburn and I have been having quite a discussion lately … Continue reading