Just completed a revision of my novel, feels good, it’s been a long haul, I feel a little like Bloxom’s boots, tramping over the Ho Chi Min Trail, worn, weary, but still walking. Now it’s time to share it, which brings me to this first post. I’d love some feedback, impressions, a review would be fantastic, but just a word or two would be appreciated. You can download the first Chapter from the menu above.

If any of you lived through the seventies, you will find a lot of connections, it’s all in there. Many of us have forgotten, I know I had, until I sat down and tried to write about it. Others may have a curiosity to know what their parents were up to, its all there.

I am just warming up, diving into another project, for me the creative process is a bed rock, keeps me sane, alive. Kenny Burrell once told me, when asked what keeps him going–“Still trying to get it right.”–good advice coming from a master. Rollo May, in his Book The Courage To Create, stated that creativity hinged on the encounter, more than anything else; an encounter with the world around us, with others, and with something other, which is beyond. It is endless.

I am curious what others have to say about it; other writers, artists, how do you court the muse? Anyone have some thoughts on the value of creativity in their lives?
“We cannot will creativity. But we can will ourselves to the encounter…”
So come, let’s share it.