My Writing Life

My Writing Life.

After decades of furtive scribbling, I have come out, joined a writer's group or two, and discovered the pleasure and success that working with other writers can bring.  Like minded, or utterly different, fellow writers provide support, criticism, confidence, practical advice, and perspective.  They help you understand what you can achieve, despite your qualms and procrastinatory impulses.

They show you other ways of looking at topics, and help you see the value in your own viewpoint, and they bring reality to the most salient advice that any writer (or, for that matter, creative in any field) can receive - just start.  Nothing is achieved if no first step is taken.

Stories are at the core of the way humans learn about and make sense of the world and all its startling and bewildering aspects.  Storytelling is something I have always enjoyed, and the gathering of stories is something we all do, as we continue to build our picture of life and the world it is lived in.

This Blog is to be an outlet for some of those stories, and, possibly, some of the other fields of creativity and leisure I occupy my time committing or performing.  Some of my recent meanderings have been tidied up and hurled into the ether via these creative outlets -

The Wild Goose Literary eJournal
http://nataliemuller.weebly.com/the-wild-goose-literary-e-journal.html

Blue Mountains Library Writers in the Mist
https://altitudewriters.wordpress.com/

Writers in the Mist has published a number of pieces by members of the writer's group that meets on the second Sunday of each month, at Katoomba Library.  Natalie, an editor, writer, and teacher, also has workshops at Katoomba and Springwood Libraries from time to time.

Others in that writing group have already published blogs, and I can recommend those to people interested in life, literature, and the world at large.......

http://offeringsfromthewellspring.blogspot.com.au/

https://jml297.com/

But now, the rain has stopped, and the birds have begun calling to each other. The newly risen creek is chortling and singing as it climbs its banks and tests the hold that each tree and bush has taken upon the earth.

Yesterday, a Pacific Heron waded here, shin deep, searching out tadpoles - today, he would be swept away.  And the tadpoles?