I have shown a few people the first twenty pages of the novel I'm writing. One of these friends in particular did me a real solid this week and texted me some writing inspiration tips. She told me I have an amazing book on my hands and she can't wait to read more. She knew... Continue Reading →
finding calm amongst chaos
Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down. ~Sung by Eric ChurchI have always loved solitude and find comfort in quiet. Yesterday, a fellow barista told me she was an introvert and I laughed and corrected her. She is very outgoing and talkative, and I associate an introvert instead with a shy person who thinks... Continue Reading →
feeling the story again
When I think to when I've felt the most myself, I remember the year after college, the year before I was married. I had my own apartment and worked breezy, carefree jobs. I had a TV but no channels. I spent my free time hanging out with friends or writing. Back then, I had dreams... Continue Reading →
Gathering and journaling
Now about gathering, here is what I mean. My son Adam, his wife Betsy, and their little children Alison and David live in Minneapolis. When I travel there, I know I'll visit with family. Have good meals. See friends. Indulge in amusing conversations. Lots of fun music. (Adam is in two bands.) What it doesn't mean is... Continue Reading →
three days later
I know I just blogged about Gracie. But bear with me. I had more emotions to sort through and air out and writing is the best way I know how. Although I get letters and pictures, and although she sent me a package and talked to me on the phone, nothing compares with seeing her... Continue Reading →
.com
Do me a favor: go read the website address in your internet browser. Yes, on this page. See that? I'm a dot.com! I'm official! This is a very exciting day for me. I have wanted my own website so that if I'm ever when I'm an author someone isn't going to charge me an arm... Continue Reading →
White noise
The other day, I ran across a poem I wrote seven years ago, before it meant to me as much as it does now. Back then, I lived in a two-bedroom apartment that I could clean in an hour. Back then I didn't have two additional people who could make a mess, but not clean... Continue Reading →
when the kids are asleep
Many people suggested ways I could carve out more time for my writing, but none of their suggestions involved the care and consideration of the small children who live in my house. I find lots of discussion online about "waiting for the muse" but not enough about having to write in between T-ball games. I... Continue Reading →
an old short story
What a crazy invention the internet is: it prevents old memories from dying. I found a link in an email folder to a short story I wrote six years ago. It didn't win, and I know why, but it was fun to re-read and reminisce. If you're dead bored: scroll down to the seventh story.
Scheduling passion
Prepare yourself: I'm about to write about writing. How dull can you get, right? You must not have met me if you didn't already know that. I have two sides: super dull and super fun. And super fun usually requires a bit of alcohol to loosen up the super dull side. Oh my god, you're... Continue Reading →
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