Night thoughts …

Night thoughts are what I call them. They’re those trips of the mind that come when you’d like to sit for an evening’s quiet moment or go to sleep or are middle-of-the-night sleepless. Mine of late have led me down an unsettling path of questioning a world that’s exploding with divergent beliefs, values, motives … making me ponder what I know, what I don’t know.

I don’t know how to live in a society that accepts death by stoning. I don’t know how to live in a society that limits a woman’s value as a human. Or limits anyone’s value. I don’t know how to live in a society that teaches annihilation of a religious or ethnic group.

images-2I’ve never had my life threatened. Or lived in a war zone. I don’t know that kind of fear, for which I say thank you to all who serve and protect. I’m having trouble understanding societies, groups, and leaders who direct their people to these ends. I ache for those who endure it.

I’m a product of a democratic society, a culture which is young in terms of the world’s cultures, that practices, through laws and education, equality under the law and believes in the value of human dignity. A process exists for grievances, for making law, and for changing it. Yes, we have our in-house villains. Yes, we make mistakes. Yes, we have injustices. And out in the world, we don’t and can’t go grandly about, wagging our innocent tails. America tries to lead by example and negotiation, but has to act when attacked, when Americans are harmed, when groups want to annihilate us.

Perhaps the key to what we have is that we’re a young society. Our forefathers wanted a better way which involved change and great risk. Today we have the ability to evolve or change. The citizens have time to progress in education, art, science, technology, literature because they are relatively free from want and fear, and have a sense of security. They have food and shelter. There’s something to be said about an older society learning from a younger one, about not being bogged down by centuries of old ways.


Change takes time. Vast differences in core values are difficult to overcome. Clean water, food, medicine, shelter, security, and a way to earn income help. But greed, power, and zealousness in those in positions of power are strong forces to counteract. They use fear, old ways and beliefs, superstition, desire for revenge, a worldview of hate toward certain groups to keep the status quo.

As has been said many times, education  and exposure are a way to new thought, to new values. The biggest asset anyone has is the mind, and the education and training that empowers that mind. Getting to that mind is another thing. In America we have those unique traits of individualism and independence, not tribalism. We value education and progress. We question injustices. We’re part of a team.

The internet is an interesting phenomenon. Yes, opposing and threatening points of view are published on it daily. But so also are ideas, different ways of thinking, of living, and of treating each other. Of spreading ideas and publicizing injustices. We’ve seen it happen. It may be up to the young.

Unknown-1Inclusiveness is a concept not all societies practice. Embracing diversity is an important key to coexistence and it enriches a culture. You have your beliefs. I have mine. One isn’t better than the other. They are simply different. I don’t try to impose mine on you or try to take yours away. We also realize we experience much in common … family, love, a sense of safety. There’s a belief in the processes that protect the greater good.

I attended a speaker series in which actor Richard Dreyfus spoke. I thought I would hear about his acting career. But that wasn’t the case. He spoke about the need for civility in our society. He spoke about the need to teach history and civics in our schools. We need to know whose shoulders we stand on and what events have shaped us. It’s up to us to learn from and take care of that heritage. I don’t disagree.

At the mall recently,  I saw a blue tee shirt on a young boy. On the front it said “Too Cool to be Cruel.” On the back it said #Bully Free. Perhaps the world needs an anti-bully campaign.

Sometimes I feel sad for the world and saturated by the media. That said, I’ll keep hope. I’ll keep faith in our leaders to be focused at home and abroad. I’ll keep faith in our values. I’ll look for heroes, whether wise statesmen or emerging young men and women. I’ll keep involved, vote, donate. I’ll try to understand. I’ll wander about in my night thoughts.

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.                                         Desmond Tutu  


(Photos courtesy of public domain collections.) 

Keeping the Blogosphere a Beautiful Place

Have you ever had one of those mornings when, for some reason, you wake up in a bad mood? Or you wake up in a good mood, but things soon go downhill faster than a kid on a water slide? And you find yourself able to get into an argument simply by looking in the mirror?

I was having one of those days as I clomped down the hall to the office, plopped in the chair, and turned on the computer. Maybe Facebook friends could cheer me up. They helped. Then I checked my blog and found this. Well, hell-o. Where did you come from? Was I being punked? I investigated. No, I wasn’t.


Well, talk about a mood changer. The blogger who sent this award my way can be found at And I send a Thank you back. It’s nice to know your words are being found and enjoyed by others. 

Although we can’t be blind to some ugly stuff posted by individuals and groups if we go looking, I like the award’s fine print: Keeping the Blogosphere a Beautiful Place. It is a beautiful place to learn, share, explore, and write. And today, I’m paying the award forward.

In a previous post, I mentioned several blogs I like because they inspire me. I’m adding to that list, reposting those six, and sending a nomination their way:  –  An aspiring singer shares her experiences and voice. I find her journey fascinating and motivating.  –  Jim is a novelist based in Alaska and a super storyteller.  –  A down-to-earth, informative, and well-researched blog about midlife crisis. – Living with Izzy. Any past or present dog owner will relate.  –  This blogger is pursuing her bucket list and taking the reader with her. – The One Thing I Know for Sure.  Poetry and thoughts are shared with great heart and warmth.  –  Here is an energetic, humorous,, witty, and contemporary look at issues.  –  Posted here you’ll find good information for writers.

Confessions of a Book Addict  –  This blogger is an avid reader. A few months ago I won a book on her site: The Orchard of Lost Souls by Nadifa Mohamed set in 1980’s Somalia. Excellent.  –  This is a place to enjoy a saucy and irreverent look at life.  –  With tongue-in-cheek style, this blogger describes his expat adventures abroad.  –  I find the content thought-provoking.  – These posts are written with heart and compassion.  –  A Corner of My Mind. Here is a look at life, sometimes quirky, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes philosophical.

gwenniesgarden  –  Just plain refreshing!

I thank these bloggers for their inspiration, their unique styles and voices, and their contributions.

I’m also thankful for civility and the act of appreciating others, especially in today’s world.

I’ll tuck this random act of kindness from viktoryarch into a place in my head where I store good things, knowing goodness and kindness are alive, and the path they inspire is built one brick at a time.


If you want to send your appreciation to bloggers whose work inspires you, visit Inspiring Blogger Award at  

Rory, Golf, and Writing …

I liked what golfer Rory McIlroy had to say immediately after his recent win at the British Open. An interviewer asked what he was thinking as he walked down the 18th fairway, as fans and spectators cheered him on. McIlroy replied, “Two words. Process and spot.” Say what?

How sweet it is ...

How sweet it is …

What did he mean? I came up with this. Process meant he concentrated on playing his game, not on the excitement, the crowd or the win. And spot meant that magic place on the green where he needed to aim his ball to make the putt. Interesting.

I found those two words sneaking into my head as I sat at my desk reworking a short story. And they talked to me.

What did the word process say? It reminded me to focus on my own writing process, apply what I know about my craft, and be open to what I can discover as I write. In other words, play my game and push away any distractors.

And spot? Just as a golfer assesses the unpredictable curve of the green, I need to assess the elusive arc of the story or the character arc of the protagonist. To know when my words have hit that sweet spot and the story is working.

At 25, Rory McIlroy is on his way to hitting the big sweet spot. Will he become only the sixth golfer to complete the grand slam of golf? He’s won the US Open, the British Open, and the PGA Championship. What’s left is the upcoming 2015 Masters. I’m pulling for him.

And from here beneath the palms, I like the way he thinks.

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The Blogosphere … A Great Place!

As writers, we’re works in progress, always writing as much as we can. Books about writing fill our book shelves. We’re also always reading as much as we can. Novels and anthologies crowd those same book shelves. We’re always learning, trying to create characters and a story our readers will care about.

The blogosphere is another great place we can go to learn about writing. I’m not talking here about doing internet research on the craft of writing or doing research for a writing project. I am talking about the rich selection of writing on blogs that we just plain enjoy.

It’s the varied voices, tones, and styles. It’s the blogger’s approach, from fun to serious to outrageous to gentle. And as I read, I’m asking myself … what’s attracting me, what’s making the experience so enjoyable?


Definition by Merriam-Webster of blogosphere: all the blogs on the Internet as a collective whole … Wow!

Some sites I enjoy: This blogger gives a saucy and irreverent look at life, teaching, and writing.  I enjoy the tongue-in-cheek style as he describes the adventures of an expat living in Asia who teaches and writes.  This blogger always leaves me thinking. I find the content thought-provoking.  These posts are written with such heart and compassion, I feel touched by the humanity of them.    On the blog called “A Corner of My Mind,” this blogger takes a look at life, sometimes quirky, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes philosophical.

And finally I like   On a feature called Wordless Wednesdays, the writer posts a great picture from her garden. No words. Just a chance to pause, breathe, and enjoy.

While I’m reading these blogs, I’m noting the entire experience. The whole visual and ease of use. The layout. The graphics. The photography. But mostly, the individuality and uniqueness of the writing and of the voice.

All I can say is, Thank you to all the many bloggers out there. You set a bountiful table. I know I’ll continue discovering blogs I enjoy reading. And I’ll continue appreciating the work of the blogger.

Think about it. Do you have a favorite blog(s) you like to visit simply because it gives you pleasure and you enjoy the writing?

Writing, Celebrating, and Cake

What’s not to like about a celebration? Take birthdays, for example. Remember your milestone sixteenth? Your 21st? The Big 4-0 wrapped in black?  Birthdays are big, from the birth of a child to the birth of a nation.

But our love of a celebration doesn’t stop with birthdays. We celebrate when our favorite team wins, when we’re given a promotion. When we marry. When we divorce. Celebrations are held for first communions, confirmations, bar mitzvahs, graduations. At memorial services, we celebrate lives well-lived. What is it about celebrations?

Obviously, they make us feel good, keep us smiling and invigorated. But celebrations do more than that. They reflect our cultural values. Our spiritual beliefs. They help us reach out to friends and into ourselves. They help us affirm life or cope or fill us with pride.

Cake just goes with a celebration!

And what’s a celebration without cake?

Recently, we were invited to celebrate the birth of a family when an adoption became final. An event worthy of champagne and … cake. It was a beautiful afternoon, celebrating a beautiful child.

Celebrations touch something inside us as writers. They nudge our emotions and our words. This piece was written for the adoption party, for the happy mother and her new baby daughter  …

In My Arms

Emma, my sweet little girl, how your
Every breath fills me with joy, with hope.

My heart overflows. I whisper softly,
“May your life ever sing of choices, of dreams.”

“Mama,” you answer, with a clap of your hands.
Many times blessed, I hug you close.

Always I’ll remember the first time I saw you,
A family we became, mother and daughter.

Think of a recent celebration you’ve attended. The events that occurred. The people. The emotion. There may be a story there.  Or a poem. Or a lyric.

“In My Arms” csm©2013

And speaking of celebrations …

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A Very Happy Birthday, America!

Writing that lights your marquee …

884809The house is quiet. I’m reading a really good book. In fact, I’m buried in it. As I read, I come upon a sentence that sends an Oh! to a little niche in my brain. There the sentence lights up like a Broadway marquee. Boom! It’s worthy of having the page corner folded down. I may want to read that sentence again. Later. You never know.

Within a book’s pages, skillfully chosen words blend into sentences designed to create an image, shed light on a character, hone an idea or heighten meaning. As I read Eleanor Morse’s moving story, White Dog Fell from the Sky, I turned down the corner on several pages.

By way of background, the novel is set in Botswana in 1976 near the South African border. Apartheid is law in South Africa. Not in Botswana. You feel the land, learn of the people, experience the upheaval of beliefs as three characters – Isaac Muthethe, Alice Mendelssohn, and Ian Henry – live the times.  (You can read more about the novel by clicking on my Books Page above.)

On page 8, the author  creates this image after Isaac has been smuggled across the border from South Africa into Botswana. The words seem to refer to a truck but enhance the bigger backdrop of dangerous times in both countries; of wounds and beasts in Isaac’s background:

Isaac heard a rumble in the distance, and as he emerged from the bush he was enveloped in the dust of a three-ton truck traveling south in the direction of Lobatse, sliding through the sand like a wounded beast.

Instead of writing that Ian Henry sleeps badly and looks like hell the next morning, Morse writes on page 163:

So he left it and went to his room and thrashed under mosquito netting until the night was used up and its scraps had smudged into dark shadows under his eyes.

As he and Alice begin an affair, Ian Henry thinks about his wife and her problems. On page 242 is this description of depression. It made me ache:

He knew nothing about depression, had never felt that hopeless, subbasement mildew of spirit.

Throughout the book, Morse uses word-paint such as this on page 244:

The sun went down. Deep purple swept over blue, followed by purple charcoal, then black. The night grew cold.

I like and appreciate sentences in a story that resonate and deepen the experience. How about you, in your current reading? Are there any sentences that really light up?

Make it Tense!

Tension in a story is a writer’s best friend. It makes readers and audiences tighten their muscles, feel twists in their stomachs, alter their breathing. It definitely keeps readers attentive and audiences in their seats.

What does “tension” mean to a fiction writer? A screenwriter? A playwright? In a post by Steven James called “Three Secrets to Great Storytelling” is this definition of tension: unmet desire. I’ve added those two little words to the checklist that runs through my head as I’m writing. Things like what does my character want, what are the stakes, are the stakes high enough, and what obstacles can I put in the way to create … that unmet desire?

The writer builds tension through what happens to the characters in the story, what they do and say. If well done, this leads to a feeling of suspense in the readers because, if they care about the characters, they’ll be worried about what’s happening to them next.

When I think about tension, two productions come to mind: the German film Das Boot (The Boat) based on the book of the same name by Lothar-Günther Buchheim and the play Wait Until Dark by Frederick Knott, made into a film starring Audrey Hepburn.

Das Boot

Das Boot

Das Boot tells the story of the crew on a German U-boat during WWII as they patrol the Atlantic and the Mediterranean Sea. Wait Until Dark is the story of a blind girl and three con men who want a doll she has. The doll has something valuable hidden in it of which the girl is unaware.

Wait Until Dark

Wait Until Dark

What elements in these two productions helped contribute to the tension?

In the film, tension builds as the submarine crew pursues an enemy ship or is pursued by one. In the play tension builds as the men try to trick the blind girl into giving them the doll until she realizes something is wrong. In each situation, we have a hunter and its prey. And then the reversal of these roles.

The action takes place in a single setting – the inside of a submarine and the inside of an apartment. Characters must rely on their “smarts” and their nerves within a small contained space … while becoming terrified.

The characters function in darkness. The submarine crew works “in the dark” beneath the water, relying on instrumentation and sound to mount an attack or escape. The blind girl moves in real darkness.

Both use foreshadowing. The audience sees what the fate of a submarine can be if it becomes a target or experiences equipment failure. Early in the play we learn the girl has a fear of fire. Later, fire is an integral part of the story’s conclusion.

The crunch of time builds tension. The submarine crew has only so much time before detection or escape.  The girl has only so much time before the con men will play a final and lethal card.

The stories build through rising action as the characters seek what they are after. The action is cranked up, dropped back for a moment (giving audiences or readers a moment of down time), and then cranked up again … higher.

What the characters want is very clear and the stakes are high, as given in the examples. However, what characters want and high stakes are in every good story, whether it’s a literal life and death situation or not. Will the fellow get the girl? Will the team win? Will a woman find her biological child given up for adoption at birth?

My last point is this. I cared about the crew, of what happened to men living in close quarters under high pressure. I cared about the blind girl and what happened to her at the hands of three con men. The writers touched my empathy button. We have to care.

A writer can create tension in a number of ways, such as with a hunter and prey, a small enclosed setting, darkness, foreshadowing, time running out, intensified action, clear character goals, high stakes, and characters we care about. If you haven’t read or seen Das Boot or Wait Until Dark, put them on your list. You’ll have a tension-filled good time!