Yowza! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the backside of these pages and–more importantly you. Since I last sat down to really share with you, I’ve been to Everest and back–with my dad. I started teaching writing again at … Continue reading
Tag, you’re it! Luanne my friend and writing partner has tagged me to write about my writing process. If you get a chance check out her blog at writersite.org. This author and former professor blogs prolifically about different aspects of the … Continue reading
“Does Madonna walk around the house in cone bras and come-bleep-me bustiers?” -Steven Pressfield -photo credit: Brandon Carson Not only does Pressfield have the art of the hook down, he’s got a point in The War of Art. (Note, “bleep” … Continue reading
Morning, for writers holds so much promise. It’s more than that the blank slate of the day before you representing the potential of the page. For me it’s also the energy of the promise. There is something about being up … Continue reading
There is truth and falsehood in a comma. -Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love image courtesy goodreads As a memoirist and writing instructor, I am often asked and often ask … Continue reading
The title pretty much sums up my week. I worked for days, banking time to free up this last Thursday and Friday for working on the book. “Only two chapters to go. How hard could it be?” I won’t tell … Continue reading
This cat on Mykonos, like so many animals I see when I travel abroad, fascinated me. I was given to think about Isabel Allende’s writings about the ubiquitous Central American dog — that medium sized, short haired, multi-colored dog you … Continue reading
It’s all material. If you write, you’ve heard this before. Great writing ideas flash by me everyday, but like someone caught in a flood, I see lots of stuff go by, but I’m too busy bailing to grab onto anything … Continue reading
The first knee-twist-lock-F-bomb scenerio August leaving the English Department with the Director of Humanities—my new boss, we chatted and laughed as I pushed against a massive oak door leading outside. Mid push my left knee snapped, folded and locked. Falling … Continue reading
One time in Belize, because Mr. Hubby and I miscued on who was in charge of whose bags, my backpack with all my camera gear and SD cards—all of our pictures from the whole trip—took off in the small airplane … Continue reading
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