Know your mind. Speak from the heart. Nurture soul.

Welcome to my author blog. Topics include, but are not limited to: the art, craft and business of writing; the mysteries of the creative life; the persistence of one’s dreams; the legacy of family; the pleasures and predicaments of living in a small town; and the mixed blessing of living alone without cats.

Midway through the journey of life, I find myself looking for ways to incorporate the spontaneity of youth into the rigors of aging.

In high school, my best friend and I lived in a world of dreams and extremes, a world of our own making. She was an artist, I a writer. We were brilliant, indestructible and wild. Although we had a high regard for all great art and literature, we steeped ourselves in the life stories of the writers, poets, and painters, musicians and performers of the nineteenth-century and first three decades of the twentieth. We honored them and set fire to our own existence by living in a near continual state of ecstatic creativity and abandon.

A thing wasn’t just funny, it was hilarious and liable to send us into hysterics; a thing wasn’t just sad, it was either operatic or unbearably poignant; we were never just happy, we were euphoric, exalted, or so overjoyed we could cry.

We called ourselves mad genius bohemians.

The distinguishing characteristic of mad genius bohemians is that they have a passion, something they believe or actively engage in that makes their spirits soar. And their best feature is their joie de vivre.

In musical theatre, characters invariably reach a moment when they can no longer contain the swell of feelings within and so must spontaneously burst into song. The mad genius bohemian is familiar with that moment and inclined to turn the impulse to sing into an exuberant, spiritually sourced state of being. Mad genius bohemians are loving and creative, filled with wonder, at heart a bit uncivilized. They are wise to the world but it is not in their nature to be cynical. They would rather stay hungry and foolish than turn bitter and mean.

May this blog be guided by the blithe spirit in me, the impassioned one, the dreamer, the seeker and lover of life.

Gratitude on Veterans Day

In memory of all who served, including my father Vincent Paul Moravec Sr. in WWII, pictured here with his wartime sweetheart, my mom. My mother’s father, Paul Howe of Beaver PA, served in both World Wars. In 1917 he lied about his age to join up and claims to be the first American soldier to […]

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Don’t Be Afraid to Buy This Book

When I tell people I have a book coming out at the end of the summer, they naturally ask, “What’s it called?” I have learned to brace myself before answering. “Magnificent Obesity,” I say with a fleeting grin in anticipation of what has become the most common reaction: embarrassment. Their eyes dart away from mine, they […]

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Vermont Hippie Zombies

Three years ago, Hurricane Irene surprised Vermonters – we who have grown complacent over our temperate, mostly gentle environment – with eleven quick inches of rain that led to the worst flooding the state had seen in eighty-four years. The rising waters forced evacuations, knocked out bridges, tore up roads, destroyed houses, left thousands of people […]

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Why I Write

Until I was old enough and sufficiently well informed to engage in arguments with my father, we did not have a lot to say to each other. On their wedding night, my father said to my mother, “I don’t know anything about girls. You take care of the girls. I’ll take care of the boys.” […]

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How does Cialis work?

No doubts health problems can come on unexpectedly and may be accompanied by numerous symptoms. Luckily, there are online pharmacy where you can get medicaments deftly. If You are interested in get medications online, now may be the best moment to start. What is the most substantial information you should study about “cialis for woman“? […]

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Let it Be and Let Go

PRAYER FOR TODAY Embrace your feelings, all of them.  They’re safe and they’re beautiful. Let it be and let go.  Loosen your grip on the guard bar, appreciate the ride. You are not in control.  Accept it. You are mortal.  Accept it. If you cannot trust in God, if you cannot trust the universe, trust […]

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