May 28,2016

My Writer’s  Journal

What I learned about writing and myself  today.

Today I thought a lot about people.

I write about them so it only makes sense, right?

I have to admit, because I’m a writer I’ll throw a word or a story out in my day to day conversations just to see how people will react.

For example, when  drop it on my Political friends that I write and keep an active blog they’ll ask,

               “Really? I didn’t know that.” They will look a little nervous. Their mouth will twitch in this horrible way where it looks like tiny little hooks are trying to relax their lips in an effort to look calm, cool, at ease.

              ” What do you write about?”

wp-1464323243648.jpg” Oh. Horror stories. Stuff like that.” I’ll say.

Then they let out a little jagged breath and look relaxed.

I’m not so sure WHY they do, but they do.

Funny right?

I mean a good idea is a good idea and there’s no saying where they’ll come from.


A couple of days ago I went to a function where at least four people I knew didn’t recognize me.

I haven’t seen them for awhile, but it’s only been a few years since I saw them last.

It was pretty awful.

I walk up and say hi and I got this weird, ” Who the heck are you ” looks.

When three of them realized it was me, they said things like ” Oh,  I didn’t recognize you without your glasses.”

I use to think it was lame that nobody recognized that Superman was Clark Kent and all that put them off were his glasses. But I guess it’s possible.

The fourth person was honest. She looked me up and down and said, ” My God, your hair is short, it’s blond and … and…you look … I mean…honestly you don’t look the same at all.”

Me six years ago.

Me six years ago.

Me four months ago

Me four months ago

I was pretty shook up.

If you think it’s great to look into the faces of people you know and they have no idea who you are ( even if the changes are ones you’re ok with) it’s not.

I felt like a ghost or something. It was unnerving. I didn’t like it a bit.

b5c8753324a7ca16408ce6bde4450c38.jpgToday I learned that no matter how bad a day gets, Pizza and a good cookie will fix what ails you…if you let it.


Lost In The Darkness


I have three paintings that speak directly to how I see the world through my ” writer’s eye”.

One is ” The Sin ” by Franz von Stuck.


When I write about the Darkness I have to ask myself:

Where does the Darkness stop and the Light Begin? Are Dark Souls really in torment, or is that just what they do and in following their nature do they really enjoy their ‘evil deeds’ or is it just another day at work for them?

In this painting we are told we see a massive snake wrapped around ” Eve’s ” body and the snake looks right at us as if it is about to strike.

I don’t see that.

Who is the real ‘villain’ here?

“Eve” is bearing the weight off the giant snake with no effort. She’s not the one who is being consumed or overwhelmed by evil says my Spidey Sense.

One of her shoulder’s is thrown back and up, her chin is tilting down,  her lips are set against her teeth in mid snarl.

SHE is the one about to strike.


The portrait ” The Sin”  reminds me  that when  I create a monster, when I dwell on evil to tell a story, where I wonder what makes us scared and  where it all comes from, to not just look at the ‘big picture’ .

Sometimes you have to get lost in the darkness with them, sometimes you have to get closer then you’d like, sometimes you have to understand that when one finds the real monster you won’t really be surprised by their behavior or by who they turn out to be.

You just have to keep in mind you might see a little or maybe a lot of yourself in those twisted, haunted creatures. In those dark souls lost in the darkness.

That’s what makes horror stories so horrible and that’ why they scare us.

Don’t you think?

Hell by Hieronymus Bosch

Hell by Hieronymus Bosch