The story of my life is wide and deep
Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep
My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom
Well, now my present includes writing wom(an) Continue reading
The story of my life is wide and deep
Yet when I write of it, it’s narrow and steep
My past was daughter, student, wife, and mom
Well, now my present includes writing wom(an) Continue reading
I researched a lot before I began writing about psychic dreams and found out that I already knew more than most.
Many don’t believe that dreams tell us the future, but I was just a 12-year-old when I discovered the truth. Since then, I’ve often purposely shut out memory of my dreams – the future can seem dark and dangerous. Continue reading
Hold fast. Now is just now, it’s not then. Hold fast.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Natalie.
“What?” my daughter replies. She is much more practical than me. She only hears what is “visible” to her ears, so to speak. Continue reading
Any author knows the ins and outs, the worries and woes, the joys and jubilation of publishing.
Most authors love the writing part. After all, that’s the fun!
Some authors tolerate the publishing part: agent? editor? mainstream publisher? Indie publishing?
Every author I know dislikes the last part: PROMOTION. I print it in caps but whisper it in tiny letters since it’s a dirty word to many of us.
But promotion is a necessary dirty function of GETTING YOUR BOOK READ by readers besides your best friend and great aunt.
My Summer Zen story began as a prompt to my creative writing students: “Write a story that includes the line: ‘I wish I could stay here forever.’ Each writer sunk into the memory of a ‘perfect’ day. But as I wrote my story, I realized that we all could find a perfect moment in every day.
Oh, and the header photo happened this past week – eight little turkey babies (poults) on our deck railing. I think Turkey Mama was having a perfect moment.
As lavender dusk approaches, walk me into the house, put a little music on– Rosemary Clooney, Enya, Vivaldi, the Beatles Rubber Soul– and let the fresh early-summer air meander through the open window. Yes, I’m beginning to get there. Continue reading