Musings of a Writer

  • History, Treasure, and Why It Matters

    "It's spent the last 400 years at the bottom of the ocean!" 

    The curator eyed my latest treasure with a critical eye. I waited and watched his reaction, anticipating something positive would come from his evaluation of the piece. But his years of appraising rare jewelry and historical artifacts gave him a poker-face visage I couldn't read. He was good!

  • Not Really Romantic...Not Really

    I really, really don’t like romances. Okay, well maybe I like “You’ve Got Mail” (there are books in that movie) and “Sleepless in Seattle” (I live there), but I seriously never choose a romance movie or book. That genre just isn’t for me.

    Writing a love scene was another story. I don’t know how to do that. Everything I put onto paper sounded corny and fake. So, I did what I do best and substituted a sword fight or death into said-love-scene.

  • "It Just Comes to Me..."

    My belief is that this is how we create stories. Novelists will speak of dreams that gave them the story for their books. Writers also frequently state, "The story just came to me." This, I believe, is the psi that I'm learning about. Call it inspiration or intuition or visions or dreams, it doesn't matter the title you give this occurrence -- it's the process that counts.
  • A Pirate's Life for Me

    You swing a fist and raise a mug, singing those words as you fantasize about the Golden Age of Pirates. It was a glorious time…according to Hollywood. But historians paint a different picture filled will hard days at sea, scurvy, violence, and probable death.
    So, why do we glorify those cutthroats?
  • Grid by No Accident

    What’s amazing about this whole historical writing process are the little “clues” about what should happen next. Hints that come without warning.

    Serendipity, really.

    One of these: Ley-Lines.

  • Pirate Novel Born on the Beach

    Walking the beach always brings out the pirate in me…at least the pirate writer in me. I experienced the transformation yesterday, snapped this photo, and began to feel that familiar itch in my fingers as they begged to gyrate over my laptop. The story was once again peeking through.