Tysa Goodrich
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Tysa Goodrich
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Story narratives through music, songwriting, fiction, creative nonfiction, and mediumship. Writer-editor. Reworking a magical realism novel in Indiana—for now.
Wishing everyone a brand new start in 2026. #slidingpuzzle #happynewyear❤️
January 1, 2026 at 5:32 PM
The trees have ejected half their foliage, leaving room for the scarlet and red oaks, now coming into full display. There's a new transparency in the woods. It reveals more secrets, and lets in more light.
November 6, 2025 at 10:00 PM
This is what AI thinks of my writing: "The phrase 'I proceed farther into the corridor's cold indifference' is a powerful line that uses personification to convey a feeling of unease and isolation. It suggests a deeper metaphorical meaning beyond the simple action of walking down a hallway."
October 28, 2025 at 7:08 PM
The things I stumble upon having nothing to do with my writer's research. This is a US airmail stamp from 1988 (20th Universal Postal Congress). Look familiar? #cybertruck #cybertruckmemes #storytelling #Blog
April 26, 2025 at 6:00 PM
March 1, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Wishing everyone a safe and transformative 2025 adventure.
December 31, 2024 at 3:28 PM
Throwback Christmas, to 2018: Children were waking to presents under the tree—while I in my U-Haul truck drove out of Nashville and headed back to L.A. Happy Holidays everyone! 💚 💙 ❤️
December 24, 2024 at 5:35 PM
Part of my novel's story takes place on the same Minnesota lake, same year and month as this photograph taken of me strollering my sister—August 1962. My two main characters are not remotely like me, but the setting of their backstory is. :) #storytelling #fiction #storytelling
December 12, 2024 at 11:13 PM
I took this photo the last time I visited NYC (2019). It's been forty-four years since John Lennon shared his genius with the world.
December 8, 2024 at 6:58 PM
From the dream weaver to the inner child, Happy Thanksgiving—to all of your selves. ❤
November 28, 2024 at 4:05 PM
I marvel at some of the architecture in the small town where I'm living for an undetermined duration. This black-and-white house against an Indiana morning sky was striking. I took the photo with an old iPhone 10.
November 20, 2024 at 1:35 AM
A narrow shaft of light appeared, revealing a see-through window—a million tiny filaments upon a wide screen. Beyond the ring of light was not the filming camera, but the interior of a dark theater, and faces of two children sitting in the front row staring up at her.
November 16, 2024 at 12:28 AM
Random things I learn when writing fiction: U.S. roads are classified as paved or unpaved. Paved roads are subdivided into low, intermediate, and high classes or types. Novel research also made me a YouTube-watching, classic-auto-sales-perusing aficionado. tinyurl.com/old-cars-poe...
November 14, 2024 at 3:17 PM