Mystery of a Story
Trying to wrangle the subconscious is part of the excitement and part of the burden of the artist. By its very nature, it does not follow a rigid path forward. The shadowy subconscious meanders. And sometimes we lose sight of it along the way. Often, in the midst of a...
The Motorcycle and the Artist
I have a friend, Charlie, who had been struggling to start work on a graphic novel he had rattling around in his head. He just couldn’t put pen to paper. In an effort to move forward, he decided to housesit over the winter in Homer, Alaska. Charlie figured that the...
The Inspiration
The title “Daylight for Dreamers” first came to mind a long while ago. I had the phrase floating around in my head for a number of years. But I never had a place to put it. I wonder if others have the same predilection for conjuring up titles for books and stories...
More on the Creative Conversation
I realized that the last posting fell short in terms of suggesting any practical way in which such a conversation can take place – how to develop that creative interplay. I suppose that the paths into this back-and-forth are myriad. I find that I need to build a...
Jung, Tarot and the Creative Conversation
The creative process is a tricky one, for it involves a dialogue between both sides of the brain – the rational and the intuitive. The unconscious and the conscious mind exist in a profound state of interdependence. The well-being of one is impossible without the...
Yoga and Creativity
One of my goals this year is to learn as much as I can about the practice of yoga. I could have picked a better year for it – when I could join a yoga studio and attend classes in person. But, alas, we are living through challenging times. I started reading through...
Guilty Pleasure
I have a guilty pleasure. It involves secondary characters that crop up when I am putting pen to paper. I like them, oftentimes more than the main character, for the main character has quite a bit of heavy lifting to be done. He or she has to carry the weight of...
The Hospital Crib Muse
I have a sort of muse, at least a disembodied voice that comes through loud and clear, from time to time, especially when I have been slacking off. He is a little bit intimidating. I haven’t succumbed yet to Yeats’ automatic writing exercises, but this muse has crept...










