Writer's Journey

In our house, we sort things by categories so my children know where they go when it is time to clean. For example, we have an art bucket for art supplies, a Barbie box for all Barbie related items, a bucket for toy cars (and anything else with wheels), and so on. I picked up this idea from a parenting book when my first child was starting to accumulate toys. We stuck with it through the years. This week, my youngest daughter wanted to fill one of our large buckets with water so she could sit in it and pretend we had a pool. She dumped the contents out on the floor and headed outside to begin her swimming adventure. Later, of course, we had to refill the buckets with the toys. We decided to look at each toy and decide if we still used it (or if we needed to donate it). It was fun to watch my daughter rediscover some fun items she had forgotten about. Write about a basket, a box or a bucket in your home that holds treasured items or accumulated odds and ends. In 600 words or l...

Because my oldest daughter was born with a sensory disorder, I am reading a book about our senses and how they develop from birth through adulthood. I realize that I take my senses for granted. Because I have not lost my sight, my hearing or my other senses, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about them in my own life. Because my father has lost his hearing and my daughter faces difficulties related to all of her senses, however, I do know how disrupted life can be when we face challenges related to our senses.   So here’s my writing challenge: In at least 500 words, describe a scene that involves sight, taste, smell, hearing and touch. The descriptive words have to let us as the readers know what is being seen, heard, smelled, tasted and touched by a character. Don’t go over 1,000 words. Follow this challenge by describing how a person reacts to the same scene or setting when they have lost three of their senses. They must encounter the same place or situation but ...

I chuckle at the way we define ourselves in this world. We often feel obligated to answer key questions about our career, our marital status or our investments as if proving ourselves to someone. I enjoy listening to conversations in malls, on trains, in offices…there’s that old joke about “be careful or you will end up in my novel.” But I listen to people as they get to know each other. There are “significant things” people want to know depending upon the person. Where are you from? What denomination are you? Where did you graduate from? How long have you worked there? Who’s your broker? Have you volunteered there long? But I like to look deeper. The “insignificant” things make us unique and really define who we are. Take my girls, for instance. I can answer the “significant” things about each one of the. Yes, my daughters make good grades, play musical instruments, have a strong faith and are really good kids overall. I feel confident that they will be prepared for the future...

When writing about local artist Michelle East for a newspaper article, I remembered how many times I broke through my writer’s block with the help of art. It started with an art appreciation class that I took at Memphis State University (now University of Memphis). I had never studied much classical art--or modern art either, for that matter. A graduate student taught the class which was geared towards non-art majors picking up optional credits. One week, I had two writing assignments due in other classes. I also had to tour a local gallery and answer a few questions about certain pieces of art selected by the professor. I tried to finish my writing assignments first, not wanting to get behind in any classes in my major. I took paper and pen to my quiet workspace and to the backyard. I tried writing in the library and in the student center. No words appeared flowed at all. I gave up and headed to the art gallery. I answered the required questions in front of a colorful pain...

Here’s a word I have been thinking a lot about lately: atavistic. Many people consider the word to have a negative connotation. Atavism means to revert to an ancestral type. People often use this in the sense of going backwards or reverting to an out-dated way of being or thinking. The word can be used to imply that something or someone is flawed or primitive by today’s standards. However, I like to think of the word in a different sense. I like to think that the reappearance of a characteristic from an ancestor could be strength for some of us. For instance, I have discovered letters written by my grandmother and her sisters that contain beautiful imagery and are written in a unique writing style. A few people have commented that I get my writing talents from some of my ancestors on my maternal grandmother’s side of the family. Other people wonder where their musical talents come from only to discover that their great-grandfather was noted in his area for his musical ability. So...