Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I sat stuck the other night. I wasn't sure what to write. I was tired and a bit cranky. And then I thought about classic composer George Frideric Handel. He locked himself in his London home and worked nonstop for 23 days writing his Messiah oratory. When he was done on September 14, 1741, he... Continue Reading →
I sit at my desk and crank out a 500-word post. I struggle at first, but once I come up with an enticing lead, the post "writes itself." Key sentences and phrases originate in my head. I can't write them down fast enough. I try to keep pace. I don't want to lose any of... Continue Reading →
I celebrate my 9th Anniversary on WordPress this week. Anytime you do something for that many years you learn a thing or two. Here's a few of the things I've learned about writing a blog: —Put it out there. It's better to let others in than to hold back your feelings. I've written on everything... Continue Reading →
I stalk around my room, like a mad scientist, talking and grunting to myself in a gibberish that's hard for anyone else to understand. I'm surrounded by a lab full of beakers and various half-started projects. When I sit down at my laptop, I type out two or three sentences, read what I've written and... Continue Reading →
My wife knows me inside and out, we’ve both been together with each other longer than we’ve been apart. She’s gotten used to my tricks, but it did take some time for her to get used to my creative craziness. Yes, us creative types are different. Photo by Pixabay We have habits and traditions caused... Continue Reading →
In the films, What Women Want (2000) and What Men Want (2019) the main characters played by Mel Gibson and Taraji Henson respectively, get the ability to hear what the other sex is thinking. They become comedic mind readers so-to-speak. When I took my wife to the hospital recently for a routine procedure, I had... Continue Reading →
When I was bored as a young kid, I used to lie in the grass and look up in the sky. I would look at the clouds and the crazy shapes they would make, squinting and imagining an elephant with a long trunk or a duck floating on a lazy river of blue. In reality... Continue Reading →
The cold air tugged at me, feeling especially cold on my neck and hands. I forgot my gloves so there wasn’t much I could do there, except push my hands deeper into my pocket. I could do something though for my neck. I pulled on my scarf, grateful that my daughter had crocheted it for... Continue Reading →
When I was eight or nine, I wanted a horse. I begged my parents for one for several weeks. I knew it wouldn't happen, but I still wanted one. I can't blame my mom and dad for not getting me one. I wanted no parts of the daily feeding or caring of a horse. I... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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