Mirka Muse

  The writerly voice is the personality of the narration. This blog, for example, has its own voice. A touch of angst, a sprinkle of wistf...

  Thanksgiving, after all   This Thanksgiving, rather than think turkey, (i.e. a mass-slaughter time for animal lovers) pumpkin, (why ca...

  November 16, 2001, was a milestone for all who contemplate such in regards to storytelling. This is the twentieth anniversary of the rel...

  I had one of those epiphanies, where I realized that moments of joy in my life were neither created nor re-created by me.   Put anothe...

  So I had some not good news the other day. How does one write on bad-news days? For that matter, how does one focus on any sort of imp...

  Literary success conjures up visions of going on multi-cities tour, winning the Pulitzer Prize, having one of your books get to the top of...

  October, like its mirror April, is a month of changes. Days turn from pleasantly moderate to cold, only to abruptly switch to oppressive h...

  Many years ago, my mother, herself in her sixties, had a friend who was in her thirties. Her friend, of Japanese descent, told my mother t...

  I have this orchid plant that I’ve given up for dead too many times to count.  It was given to me too long ago to remember who the giver w...

  I’m holed up in revision cave, per feedback aimed to make my WIP better. Revision cave is a dark place, with a light shining from a dist...

  Every chat-board I’ve ever joined and then chose to stay has been moderated.   The few I glimpsed that had no moderation took five min...

  Yup. That^ Have you in your sphere someone who prefaces mentions of people and things with extreme hyperbole? I do. 😱 A doctor who had ...

  According to the Jewish calendar, the Jewish New Year began yesterday at sundown. According to the same, the year is 5782. By orthodox...

  September first isn’t just a plain ol’ first. It’s the (unofficial) beginning of fall. It’s the whisper of the beginning of a new Jewi...

  Definition: A  spiritual practice  or  spiritual discipline  (often including  spiritual  exercises) is the regular or full-time perfor...

  Taking a walk on a nearby street, something jumped at me.   While the front lawns of houses had various degrees of gardening care, all...

                                                         Days of Summer   Allow me to indulge and share my favorite lounging partners on...

  There are two places where the dead still live. The first is in our hearts and minds. The second is on Internet databases.   Today...

  The other day, I watched an old panel discussion of famous novelists whose books have been turned into successful films. YouTube is full o...

       I recall early July of 1974, when I arrived in the United States. I grew up in Israel, a dual citizen of both countries. I had no m...

I’m allowing myself to indulge in some just fun (for whom? for me) photos I  post here. I hope you, too, will enjoy looking at today’s peek ...

  Say what? Alternative title: Writing without Fear There’s a lot of fear in the air for those who blog, vlog, post, text, email, or w...

  A relative had recommended a series, and after watching the first episode I let him know I didn’t think I’d watch the rest.   He was a...

  Paraphrasing question #23 on the same list of better questions to ask a writer ,   I decided to have fun today. I mean, the question itsel...

  There is a romantic notion that a writer must have a special place to write. I recall a question a friend asked when we talked about proce...

  There’s a notion universally acknowledged that the one thing a story must do is arouse the listener/reader’s curiosity.   This goes tr...

  I have friends who testify to many started but never finished manuscripts. Their virtual drawer bursts with the begun & abandoned. ...