Melissa Price Blog

The USA DeleGAYtion: From Sochi, With Hate The modern world is in an uproar over Russia’s treatment of LGBT people. Why? They’re beaten, jailed, banned from having public display, and they’re subject to a new law that forbids talking to minors about anything gay. In Russia, that’s called “Gay Propaganda.” One conservative Russian politician stated: “In no way will the law discriminate against the gay and lesbian community. It’s designed only to protect children from images and impressions that imply a gay or lesbian lifestyle is normal.” (Pausing for laughter while you ponder the ironic idiocy of that statement.) Uh-oh. What...

Whether the weather is cold, or whether the weather is hot; we'll be together whatever the weather, whether we like it or not. Trading comments about the weather is a common social practice, isn't it? Years ago, a native Southern Californian visited me back east in January. At the end of the day, she said she noticed how wherever we went, people consistently talked about the weather. Of course they did. It was winter! That time of year when Old Man Winter slapped us in the face to get our attention. In Southern California, why talk about the weather unless there's...

What is it about water! Have you ever noticed that some of your best ideas come to you in the shower? Rinse and repeat the phrases lest you forget them by the time you’re dry. Reach for that pen. Scrawl on the acrylic tub surround with water resistant markers. There is a reason why this occurs. While our left analytical brains are busy solving problems, cleaning the house and tending to the mundane, the more creative right side of the brain is busy deconstructing, then recombining the elements that ultimately feed our souls. I perceive my right brain as a sieve,...

I have been writing since I learned how to form a letter with a pencil. But it wasn’t until today that I asked myself why. I was four years old when I would watch my sister the artist write cursive. Whether it came from seeing her creativity with a pencil, or the irresistible desire to express myself, I taught myself to write with a sense of urgency. But what does that have to do with becoming a writer? As it turns out, plenty. While like most writers I now use a keyboard, originally it was the sensation of the pen meeting...