Category Archives: Telling Stories

A Few More Images From The Wine Crate and Some Thoughts On The Creative Process

“If we are to solve the problem of what to do with our consciousness, we need more astutely constructed models as that consciousness changes, develops. They must be relevant and flexible; and the execution must be fine enough to endure.” … Continue reading

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A Drawing From a Dream and An Imaginary Leaf

The Doll Maker’s Daughter (1.5 x full size) (pencil and ballpoint pen on cardboard) This began a landscape and then turned into an illustration of a dream I had that I am now writing as a story. My dreams are … Continue reading

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Century #16: Spring in Pennsylvania

From the Journal of Martin Way: March 10, 1936 Where should I begin. Oh, yeah! How about here, right in the middle of the story where I am. Bramble used to tell me that the middle is the only place … Continue reading

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Century 12: Summer Sunday

From the journal of Martin Way: August 25, 1935 I noticed that Viola laughs a lot and had me and the boys laughing too. I was giving the boys an impromptu reading lesson, writing letters on a piece of paper … Continue reading

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Century #11: Time, Despair, and a Summer Storm

From the Journal of Martin Way August 20, 1935 Does time exist? I can’t remember which one, but one of the Greek philosophers said he was not sure. Here outside my little shack at sunset. I know time is different … Continue reading

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