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You move

You move through the world with grace

The breezes gentle whisper your name

The trees shower leaves around your feet

A path of joy that leads you on

Small creatures of the forest stop

And pay respect as you pass

The wood nymph spreads her warmth to all

Winter summer spring and Fall


i have no stories in me

I have no stories in me.

This poses a problem.

This is a problem.

He looked at both sentences, considering which was better. ‘Poses’ was a verb suited to literary fiction. The verb ‘to be’ was a weak verb grammatically. But when asked who He was, God said… ‘I am’. In weakness strength?

This is a problem.

‘Ok!’, he thought , ‘the story has begun; the tale has started on its journey’. Now he could take a break; sit out in the sun and watch the leaves and birds on a summery Fall day in October. He noticed a tall, green plant with large leaves in Bobby’s garden across the chain link  fence. The large pear shaped leaves waved back, noticing his smile. He turned and looked up at his tree garden, hearing unseen birds scolding and singing as one. Bits of blue sky peered through the branches and leaves. A light breeze began, caressing, comforting.

Writing is indeed hard work.

Agnew Surpass Shoes

I worked at Agnews in Ontario first as an after school student, then full time for a year – the picture above looks very much like the first store I worked at: Dorwin Plaza in Windsor Ontario

Vancouver As It Was: A Photo-Historical Journey

CVA 778-140 - 300 West Hastings Street north side-2. 1974. CVA 778-140 – 300 West Hastings Street north side. 1974.

Agnew Surpass name still in approach to former shop. 2014. Author's photo. Agnew Surpass name still in approach to former shop. 2014. Author’s photo.

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Learning to write

I don’t understand Master of Fine Arts degrees in writing.  It seemed to me that I learned to write in elementary school. Well, at least I learned the basic tools, to which I would add a non-credit typing course I took in High School. This and reading prodigiously all my life (to date) composed my formal training as a writer. To those who might wonder at the use of a ‘typing’ course, I would add that computer keyboards are laid out on the same basis – the letters and numbers are in the same spots. I am doing what used to be called ‘touch typing’ as I write this blog post – I see the words appearing on the screen but I don’t need to look at the keyboard. My fingers are just hitting the correct keys. Mind you, computers have all sorts of special characters that typewriters didn’t – later electric computers had type wheels with special characters that a typist could add, but nothing so convenient and adept as the modern computer.

Anyway, to meander back to my originally intended point, I am reading through a four installment blog thread by the author Hugh Howey, posted on .  I am, therefore, violating what I just said in the first paragraph of this post. What is my excuse?  Hugh Howey writes excellent pragmatic blogs about writing. He has been published by major publishers, small publishers and has gone indie also. He earns his living writing novels without being the kind of name that would sell toothpaste on TV. I have no problem with apprenticeships, of taking advice as a journeyman author from a master craftsman.  I am not then actually violating my puzzlement that anyone would go to school for several years to learn to write. I am merely seeking advice from a master craftsman in order to further hone my own craft. It does not matter that I write in what he calls a different ‘voice’ or in genres entirely different from his – writing is writing and writing is a craft.