"The idea, a long, long, time ago, was to be able to live decently, and create art. Everything after that was icing on the cake, moon glow, and star shine. There's been a lot of cake, and icing, and moon glow, and star shine." ~ Teri Skultety, from Magdalene Aubergine
We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began to fade. It was windy the first part of the day, settling into a nice breeze this evening. The night air is noticeably cooler, Autumn is set to arrive. I've… Continue reading The New Book: Magdalene Aubergine
https://youtu.be/EPzXA9qfBA8 Toad the Wet Sprocket. Music from the 1990s, classified as Alternative Rock, and Grunge. I'm listening to it again and it's speaking to me as much as it did then, when I was in my mid-twenties, a new mom, working on my poems. I think it's going to be my soundtrack for a… Continue reading Toad the Wet Sprocket
Still there are the Moon and the Stars the light of the night to know where we are under the same sky and everything else is the blink of an eye time everlasting passing us by. 6/28/18 TS
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go
It is the end of the Summer. I've been doing end of the Summer stuff. I don't feel like talking about writing but, I will say that I noticed, as I was working on something, that I was essentially writing the same story over and over again. I noticed this after watching an episode of… Continue reading End of the Summer Stuff
Do you ever let yourself daydream the most fantastical daydream you can possibly imagine for your life? Some people don't daydream like that. Others will come up with a great "dream life" and then put the kibosh on their own daydream as being "unrealistic" or with the phrase, "it could never happen." Over the years… Continue reading Dream Bigger
This implies that I smoke cigarettes. I don't. I value my lungs. I used to smoke cigarettes, and I was excellent at it. Here's the thing, I am a thinking person. I am also a feeling one. Shallow waters, I ain't. I can create beautifully themed web layouts for myself all day long but if… Continue reading Earthquake Weather
https://youtu.be/ClQcUyhoxTg BOC is one of my favorite bands. I wouldn't know where to begin to tell of the impact and influence this music has had on my life, and my writing. But, I've got to be careful not to give away all my secrets. TS
Don't try to put me in your pigeon hole, don't tell me how you sold your soul, I don't really want to know, I've got problems of my own. Don't you know they broke the mold, when they made me? When they made me. I don't want to hear your tale of woe, What you… Continue reading Pigeon Hole
Here's a great write up/interview of author Danielle Steel at Glamour mag. How has Steel written 179 books? She writes/works twenty to twenty-two hours a day. If that sounds like b.s. to you, you might not be a writer, or at least not one who knows what it's like to lose yourself in the story,… Continue reading Danielle Steel
The next book, the new book, Covenants of Lingering Bones, will be available soon. After much rigmarole, going so far as to set up the book on another publishing platform, to really check it out, I've decided to stick with Amazon/KDP publishing. It got down to some things in the fine print, publishing costs, and… Continue reading Beyond the Vanity
The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune by Teri Skultety, copyright 2018, all rights reserved The last time we visited Aldera Dune, it was to watch the world die. The moons of Rionnata glowed with radiation in the distance. One purple, one iridescent green, one a golden orb. All like magic charms… Continue reading The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune
It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they weren’t, because my own inadequacies… Continue reading It’s Me, Pearl.
You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice reached someone somewhere somehow From here in a quiet room where words play out a merry tune and out of tune relinquish themselves unto the blues the dirges from the… Continue reading Saturday
Going to share a couple of posts today. This first one is about the book that wasn't, or isn't, or won't be. There's a great quote from Philip Roth, "Don't judge it. Just write it. Don't judge it. It's not for you to judge it." For me this applies completely to writing, but not necessarily… Continue reading The Book That Wasn’t
I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won't be everyone's cup of tea, the title doesn't reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is very gritty in places. If you are unfamiliar with who Robert Mapplethorpe was… Continue reading Patti Smith, Just Kids
The other day, in promoting my vampire novel, I posted links to chapter excerpts. In reading through those excerpts again myself, I noticed places where the sentences could use tightening. I noticed places where I want to replace commas with periods. In reading one of my own stories earlier today, I found an instance where… Continue reading Undone
I've worked hard the last couple of years to get some books published, I'm thinking of them as there were "the first five," and now there is "the magnificent seven." I also have stories in three print anthologies, and I'm going to get those linked up with cover pictures, as well as having been published… Continue reading One November, I Published Two Books
The year is 1762. Maybelline Raven is waiting patiently along the banks of the Mississippi River for the return of her husband so they may venture north, with their children. When the people of the village begin to perish after Maybelline is attacked, it is feared that a wolf is in their midst. As Maybelline… Continue reading Maybelline Raven and The Wolf.
During the fall months of 2008 and into 2009, reality slipped away from me. Amid the avalanche of dissipating solidity descending into complete confusion and chaos of thought, I threw more than twenty years of writing, of work, into a cauldron of flames. Most of it without ever looking at what it was that I… Continue reading Gold Mine, These Are the Words I Managed to Save
I've fallen in love with the work of Joan Didion. Her observations on life, her dealings with grief, with the death of both her husband and her daughter within two years of one another, her belief in the value of introspection, of sorting ones own thoughts, arranging them in a manner that increases their clarity… Continue reading Saint Joan
This statue, this sculpture, this piece of art, is how I feel, today, at forty-seven and a half years old. I don't recall where I grabbed this picture from so I apologize for not crediting whomever the artist (Penny Hardy) is. In addition to music, I also occasionally use artwork, pictures, paintings, photographs, for inspiration… Continue reading Strong. Woman.
https://youtu.be/GAiQf-jQhWI I love this profile piece on Grace Slick, just being unapologetically herself. https://youtu.be/WAJJE5Wo_OY https://youtu.be/tKtJ0XTwgTE Keep making your art. Let your art change, evolve, grow. Most of the creative people that I know, they have more than one area of creative interest and expression. And remember, what the dormouse said, “Feed your head.”