The Spaces

The Spaces is a place to explore writing, the source of writing, the drive to write, the words we love and the words we decide to choose and share.

Where ever we go, here we are, carrying our creations within us. We are the creators and the destroyers. May we choose to be creators.

May we be the source of good in the world.

Category: Walk

  • Past

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    I walk the beach at low tide, a daily trek. The sky is overcast and there’s not a soul around. I wander and ponder, trying to pull myself out of my head and into the present beauty. Waves ebb and flow, back and forth, in and out, like thoughts. Some small movement turns my head… Read more

  • Control

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    How many thoughts do you have in one day? Probably a billion. Just now, mine quickly jump from this sentence, to tides, to a far-away person, to breakfast, then to writing. It is action that is difficult for me, because I live so much in my head and I’m full of ideas. This is why… Read more

  • Create

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    This month everything seems a muddle and a trouble, and I cannot wrap my arms around the sentences in my brain. Ideas slip away like alligators, twisting and refusing to be held; like clouds, shrugging at attempts to define their edges; or like water, uninterested in diversions, and seeking only to return to the sea.… Read more

  • Walk, walk, walk

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    Writers live in their heads a lot. It’s part of the job, imagining revealing dialogue, location layouts, the clothes your character must wear, and why a character refuses to travel or love or die. In addition to imagining, there is calculating. How long would it take to ride a horse from an imaginary town to… Read more