P is for PETER PAN

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I’ll be sharing my “take-aways.” All those snigglets, golden nuggets, and lessons learned from other creative sources.

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Favorite story of all time - PETER PAN.

My first intro was the Disney movie and I was smitten. I would wait by my window for Peter to take me to Neverland.

I have stayed faithful to Peter over the years.

I read the book very early on and was scandalized that Tinkerbell used the word "ass."

I memorized every song from the Mary Martin version of the musical.

I played "Tootles'" one of the Lost Boys, in a production of Peter Pan. Yes, I shot the Wendy bird, rocking

 a bow and arrow years before Katniss. 

(That's me on the right.)

Okay, you can stop laughing now.

Over the years, I've sought the Peter Pan story in every way, shape, and form.

This was a lovely musical bunraku puppet version (where you see the puppeteers dressed in black with hoods manipulating the puppets) with a gorgeous original score of Irish music.

If you haven't gotten into the Peter and the Starcatchers series by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson, you are really missing out. (Jim Dale reads the audiobooks - worth every minute.)

Going on even as we speak, there's a stage version of Peter and the Starcatchers called Peter and the Starcatcher that is a blast and a half.

I can't get enough of the boy who never grew up.

I'm still waiting by the window.

TAKE AWAY: When a story is beloved, it becomes part of your life.

Is there a story that has followed you through the years?

Summer Has Frozen

Peter Pan has Neverland. Frodo has the Shire. Scarlett has Tara. All places that inspire, anchor, and refuel the core of one's being.


As artists we need a magical space where we can tap into our creative potential and feel renewed. Some find it intrinsically through means of self-talk or music. Others, myself included, are replenished by externals such as special places.


The number one locale that guarantees a rush of writing energy for my soul is the beach, especially the wintertime seaside.

Give me hair-straightening fog, a wind that bites my cheek, air charged with saltiness, and the silky, cold sand. I could sit for hours filling notebooks as seagulls pick at forgotten lunches, and waves tease the shoreline.

Summer has frozen, but my mind bubbles with the fire of a thousand ideas. 

Where is your inspiration fueling station?