"The only real access that I have to my mind is when I'm writing." – Kay Ryan
The past few mornings have had a little touch of autumn in the air. Not much. But just a slight hint that summer is winding down. Maybe it’s something to do with the changing light. The sun is rising a bit later and setting a hair earlier. Not a lot, but I’m starting to notice... Continue Reading →
I was browsing through some different free photos online, trying to see if something would prompt a blog post. I wasn’t sure what to write about this week. I’m still not sure where this post will end up. Let’s see, shall we? I stumbled over this image, and I found my gaze kept returning to... Continue Reading →
This week, I felt like I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. In other words, I had so many things on my mind that I couldn’t quite figure out where to start. Which brings me to today’s post. I have no idea what topic to write about. And I have so much that I... Continue Reading →
A couple of nights ago, I tagged a few prominent billionaires in one of my tweets and criticized them for what I feel is their parsimonious behavior. Some random woman decided to call me out for my comment, and I doubled down by citing things I think show that the three men in question are... Continue Reading →
I thought potential readers might like to hear an excerpt from my short story, "The Death of Me." It's the story in the Written Dreams anthology that raises money for the GCLS Writing Academy. Without further ado, here's a video where I read the first four pages.
Ruth F. Simon 