Posts about the writing life and the love of story
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
At the writing conference, I went to a session led by Morgan Grayce Willow on keeping a Writer’s Journal. I have plenty of journals, of all types and sizes, but I wanted to learn how journals can be used to improve my writing. Morgan emphasized that you don’t have to write in your journal every…
I know this is long, but if you are a writer or woman of a certain age, it is so worth reading (I can say that because I’m just the messenger, not the brains of the message). I spent the weekend at a writing conference for writers over fifty at Open Book in Minneapolis. I…
These are just a few of the blog posts I read this week that inspired me with ideas or said just the thing I needed to hear in a moment gone badly. There are two posts I read on The Drawing Board by Terri Windling that I want to mention. The first is called “Rituals of…
How do you live a normal life when you have words whispering in your ears every waking hour of the day and even in your sleep? Jotted down on scraps of paper, both physical paper and bits of cyber notebooks. I run my hand through my hair and wonder “How will I ever collect them…
Saturday night I flew swiftly from a deep sleep into a wide-eyed sitting position. A gasp of air, a desperate swallow to make sure I still could. I’d been dreaming. And in the dream something had frightened me, and with a sharp intake of air, I swallowed something large and oval. A rock? I don’t…
