Southern City Mysteries

Today in Literary History

Today in Literary History...January 17, 1775: Richard Brinsley Sheridan's The Rivals premiered. Sheridan was just twenty-three years old, this was his first play,

Thursday, July 25, 2013


Am I back? Other options didn't go as planned...bur could I ever really write?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Just Write

It doesn't matter what you write.  Just write.

There's an audience for every idea.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Rain Mix

Rainstorms are like a complex song.  The sounds are stacked on top of each other until all you hear is the mixed version.  But listen closely and you can separate the layers.
In the middle is the strongest of the sounds--the constant tiny raindrops that fall so quickly and so close to each other that they greet your ears with the steadiness of a waterfall.  Not a Niagara-type waterfall, but a smaller one that doesn't crash but instead constantly gushes.
The layer closest to you is, usually, the sound of heavier drops as they fall inconsistently from gutters or window panes.  These drops or still being fed by the rainfall, but they are hampered by human creations.  They are given time to join together and fall as they may--harder and less often.  Their noise is louder and joins the waterfall effect as a staccato layer.
And in the distance is the patter of the rain through the trees.  It's a two-fold layer.  The water hits the foliage with a gentle slap--a patter, if you will.  Then the water falls again; this time it is inn larger drops and makes many different sounds as they hit the different ground coverings.  Puddles, play sets, logs, grass, flowers, leaves--each with their unique surface.

Together, it is a cacophony of nature.  And, to be cliche, music to my ears.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Book Art

I love books.  I cherish them.  I love the way they look on my shelves and the way the paper feels under my fingertips.

But this artist has found a new way to love them.  German creator Dorisse can turn ordinary paper products into beautiful jewelry and, my favorite, book sculptures!
I will never give up reading the real thing, but I also love the idea of immortalizing my favorites as works of art--more than they already are, that is.

What do you think?  Reverent to the work or destroying it?

Sunday, March 18, 2012

The power of books

From the site Common Dreams comes this "weapon" of mass destruction: the "way cool book tank created by Argentinean artist, Raul Lemesoff, with a 1979 Ford Falcon from the former military junta. Lemesoff tours from the streets of Buenos Aires to the countryside, offering his 900, donated, frequently-replenished books free as a "contribution to peace through literature."

I want to go to Buenos Aires!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

I Spy

I have the house to myself this weekend.

A few minutes ago the doorbell rang.  I knew who it was: a neighbor-girl bringing change for a twenty, for a tchotchke I bought in support of some school program.

But I didn't answer.

Instead, I set down the book I was reading and lowered myself silently to the carpet.  Then I inched along the floor on my stomach until I could see around the edge of the sofa.  The girl's pink sweater fizzled across the patterned glass.  Her dark hair bobbed as she rocked in place, waiting.

I held myself still.  Frozen.  Breath slowed to the dimmest of oxygen intake.  I was a spy.

After all, why just write about the stuff?  Why not actually live it every once and a while?

Thursday, February 16, 2012


I think I am afraid to come here.

Like the mere act of opening Blogger impresses guilt upon me.  A reminder that I'm not writing.  A glimpse of a story unfinished.

So I avoid.  It's still a link on my bookmarks bar--glaring at me every time I open Google Chrome.

Someday I will just delete it.  Then the guilt will bury itself a level deeper.

And I will pretend to forget.