Thoughts on Life

Greetings and Salutations


A blog? What’s that? And, why are you doing it? I thought you were writing books.

My mother has not uttered those words yet, but she will.  She will when I tell her that I have started a blog.  She won’t ask those questions to be cruel.  She won’t make the statement to be cynical. My mother will wonder what’s going on with me now.  She is the nagging sense of practicality that keeps my feet to the ground.  And, I know, if I have an answer for her, then I am ready for any endeavor.

I will respond.  “Mom, a blog is like an online diary without too many of the torrid details.”  She will miss the intended humor in that line.  It will blow out in her sigh.  I will go on to explain that I am not giving up writing.  In fact, the blog will work in tandem with the novel writing.  Novels are long, complex works that take on lives of themselves.  There are moments when one is being created that other smaller ideas spring to life.  Some are worthy of more attention than they will receive and some are not.  Often, it is hard to know which is which, but a blog will give me a home for those projects.  A blog will give those exercises a place to be flexed and seen and commented upon.

As I say all of this, she will scroll up and down the page and stare at the blog.  She may stop and read an entry.  Or, she may go directly to the page where the books are listed.  She will like that.  That is an easy place for her direct people to see my published works.

But, I will tell her.  I will show her. Because, after all, none of this could have happened without her.  (more…)