Photo by Jessica Furtney on Unsplash My dog is sick and the disease will ultimately claim him. It could be a matter of weeks or months, but he will not see next May, at least not as dog living in our home. Until then, however, there are walks, wonders, baseball games to cheer our way through,… Continue reading The Crying Time Will Come–But Not Today
Photo by Francisco Gomes on Unsplash Losing it When trees took down wires Meant cold nights Eating out Plotting to charge devices Where power glowed bright The storm was fast. Glowering skies pelted rain then hail then snow then rain again. Then the winds began. Erratic hard blows thrashed tall, old trees with nasty, specific… Continue reading Juiced by Electricity
Author Photo, Winter 2017, End of Day Dorothea Brande’s declaration about how to live awake was first published in 1936. In her book Wake Up and Live! she described the impact that this principle had on her life and on the life of others who used it. Brande is quick to explain that she did not… Continue reading Act As If It Were Impossible to Fail
Photo by Kaboompics.com on pexels.com The young man lounged tall in ski boots, shocking clear blue eyes crinkled in amazement. “You’re a writer! Hey, so’s my girlfriend! I have a question. Where do you write? I mean, do you have to be all isolated, all solitary and alone, or can you be out in public,… Continue reading When WHAT Matters More than WHERE
Author Photo, Undisclosed Location Today is the first day I revise my novel. I woke up at 5:25 a.m. after a ragged night’s sleep, expecting to feel groggy and needing a nap later on, but it wasn’t like that. It was bright-eyed excitement, roaring heart and mind urging me out of bed. Come one, they insisted,… Continue reading Let the Revisions Begin!
Photo by pixabay.com on pexels.com Yesterday was the first official day of novel revision. Usually, I go head down into a manuscript, steaming coffee in my favorite mug at my elbow. I read. I push on through turgid prose, dropped conversations, evasive scenes that take up space. I forge steadily ahead no matter what I… Continue reading When Writing Less Is More
Author Photo, Winter 2018 Find a practice that gives you roots and wings — and do it I’m a writer. Writers write. For me, my days start with writing. At 6:30 this morning, I opened up my notebook for morning pages, lit the candle, cued up music. Tea steaming nearby, I began to write. I finished, closed the notebook.… Continue reading When Practice is Practice