I grew up with the story of how my dad almost flew on the Enola Gay with Col. Paul Tibbets and the crew of the 509th Composite Group that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, Japan in August of 1945. Dad ... 509th ... Enola Gay ... Hiroshima ... Tinian ... Almost ... All those words …
Author: M.K.B. Graham
I am a freelance writer and novelist.
The gift of September 11 …
Today's post is an adaptation of a piece I wrote on the 10th anniversary of 9-11. It is worth remembering the day, but it is especially important to remember what happened afterwards. The sky was an exquisite shade of blue that morning. Nothing hinted at the immediate future — or the malevolence that had taken …
How to outwit writer’s block …
Talk to any writer or read any number of writing blogs and you will likely find one universal fear: the dreaded phenomenon of writer's block — that moment when your brain goes blank and a great chasm opens up between your head and your fingers. Thankfully, I can say I never have writer's block. Never. …
Sisyphus at the summit …
While lunching last week with a fellow writer, I was explaining how starting any project fills me with unspeakable fear. When asked to take on a writing assignment, I generally say "yes." Based on my 30-plus years of experience, I should be able to handle just about any writing assignment. Operative word: should. But as …
How I learned not to procrastinate …
Once as a teenager, I was on a trip with my dad in Richmond, Virginia. I don't remember the circumstance, but I do remember the weather. It was raining so hard that people were escaping the deluge in the lobby of the John Marshall Hotel. Shaking his umbrella, a smiling gentleman said to me, "It's …
How the many layers …
For every author, there comes that swallow-hard and grit-your-teeth moment when you open a review of your work. Recently, I was in touch with a reader/reviewer from Ireland who reviewed CAIRNAERIE. Looking over his list of reviewed books, I noticed something that I really liked. His reading choices, like mine, are highly eclectic — and …
To learn what you can teach me …
My niece, a New York City actress with a long list of credentials and accomplishments, never reads her reviews. Many in the theater do not. I read once that the late Phillip Seymour Hoffman never read his own. He believed it would be hard not to fixate on that moment of glory or to rise …
Three little related things I so love …
Three things I love: a blank sheet of paper, an early sunny morning, and a blank calendar. All three hold enormous expectation. Great expectations, you might say. This morning I am delighting in all three. After years of meetings, assignments, appointments, obligations, I'm facing that blank calendar with the excitement of filling it with things …
The gift of life interrupted …
I remember when my children were little and one would fall ill to a fever, a cold, a tummy ache. I would put everything aside and tend to my patient. I loved showering them with special care: checking temperatures, serving popsicles, reading favorite books like Frog and Toad are Friends, or just rocking a somnolent …
To write 1004 …
I am rarely lost for words to write, but this morning I am. Almost. I've hit a milestone, and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm also wary of tooting my own horn. No one likes braggarts, but here I am about to be one because I feel like I owe it to those who've read …
