Calendar summer Ended already. Today It was ended here. We’ve lived in the same old house for more than 25 years. In that time, we’ve planted trees, shrubs, bulbs, and pretty annuals, learning with time and hard experience what thrives and what does not. In New England here in the United States, common wisdom is… Continue reading Ending Summer
I quit writing on December 1, 2XXX. My NANOWRIMO novel was a steaming, plodding, ugly mess. Eager to try a different approach to novel writing, I’d pantsed for 30 days. The process was painful and there was nothing to be done with the 50,000 words. I would never write a novel ever again. Never ever… Continue reading Arriving at Novelist
Yesterday was not a good day for words. I had nothing. Once I’d posted my daily blog, that was it. Not a peep, not a giggle, not anything from the characters — not even when I promised to write anything that they dictated. Aggravated, went to the gardener’s center down the street and bought 350 pounds of… Continue reading Dirty Words
Louise Foerster 