It’s 55 degrees and sunny here in Tucson on Christmas day. And while I love the sun, love the warmth, love the feel of the breeze on my bare arms, it doesn’t feel like Christmas to me, even though I’ve sent out my holiday packages (well, some of them. Okay, a few of them) and a… Read More Happy holidays, from the magic of the desert
Just came across this quote from C. Hope Clark’s newsletter and I had to share. P.S. If you don’t subscribe to the Funds For Writers newsletter, you simply must. You can find more information here. “Writing is a game of diligence, and while some days it feels like you are headed nowhere, in actuality, you… Read More Writing resistance, and the moon
Seriously, pondering the meaning of life (or the meaning of dog biscuits) as she peers over the side of the bluff out by Point Woronzof. Ice floating in the inlet. I don’t know why I find this so beautiful, but I do. It’s the colors that do me in, the various shades of blues blending… Read More Two for Tuesday
I don’t know about you but the holiday season is kind of bringing me down. It’s dark up here in Alaska, and it’s winter, and the birch trees outside our windows look so bare and bleak that I want to knit them all sweaters, except that I don’t know how to knit. Plus, all of… Read More All I want for Christmas is a used book. Or two. Or three …
Well, November is over. And thank god, too, for I no longer have to feel guilty for not pounding out 2,000 words a day to meet my National Novel Writing Month goal. ‘Cause, if truth be told, I kind of, sort of blew it off. I just wasn’t in the mood. Or maybe it just… Read More My big, fat NaNo fail. I think.