I woke up this morning from one of those dreams that seem to go on forever, where there were international spies and murders and I was a writer working on getting a lesson done on deadline, and for some reason, my lesson was interfering with the international spies, who’d sent someone to make me stop writing it. The lessons I’m … Continue reading →
I received today a truly wonderful email from a very kind woman with whom I had previously corresponded. In it she talked about this being the year of Christian/Jewish Restoration, and about how we were both due, and about how “I know you don’t like God all that much…” And she included a video to a beautiful Christian song, and … Continue reading →
This is such a delicate thing I’m almost afraid to mention it. But stories started sneaking back into my consciousness after the parathyroid surgery, and lately I’ve been starting each weekday morning writing a few hundred words. It’s what I can make time for before I start into the still-enormous daily workload of getting the HollysWritingClasses.com site up and running … Continue reading →
Last night I put my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. When I opened them again, it was morning. That may not sound like much. So let me put it in context for you. I remember waking up one perfect summer morning in 1966 in the tiny Ohio village where I lived. I was five. I … Continue reading →
On Saturday, something happened as a result of the parathyroidectomy that was totally unexpected. My spontaneous story ideas came back. I hadn’t even noticed they were gone. I’ve been working hard for the past couple of years trying to get the site fixed, I’ve been under a lot of strain both physically and financially, and my processes for creating fiction … Continue reading →
I’m back following a parathyroidectomy and a couple days recovery. I’m tired, my neck is a bit swollen still and kind of sore, I’m bruised (I’m an easy bruiser, though). And I am happily rid of one thumb-above-the-distal-joint-sized parathyroid tumor that was between twelve and fifteen years old when Drs. Norman, Boone, and Parrack removed it in a fifteen-ish minute … Continue reading →
People have been asking me for T-shirts for ages. I kept trying to over-complicate the process, (trying to get names for the entire first HTTS graduating class to put on the shirt, for example). The shirts just never got done. Break to today. There are T-shirts. Limited-time only (there’s a reason, and I’ll get to it). They have the stunning … Continue reading →
I’ve been trying very hard to stay positive and focused these past few months. I’ve done my best to keep working during the nearly simultaneous discovery back in June of dysplasia in my tongue and the final collapse of the HowToThinkSideways.com website (when the shop is unfixably dead, the site is dead, Jim). It’s been tough. The fact that you … Continue reading →
I’m back from two weeks of enforced R&R, recovering from another surgery on my tongue, and then waiting for biopsy results. I’ll tell you exactly what my doc told me. There was bad news, and there was really good news. The bad news was there was a large area of severe dysplasia at the back of my tongue. The good … Continue reading →
My research starts with two core assumptions: I am not a helpless victim of my life, but an active and engaged participant capable of making changes and altering outcomes. I am bigger than my cells. It starts with two core philosophies: Life is wonderful and worth hanging onto. Joy is a process, not a goal, and is an internal program … Continue reading →
