Okay, okay, this post is going to have some words but I promise to keep them at a minimum. So, here’s to Wordless Wednesday and a year in review. January: Goodbye to Beebs, the best dog in the world February and March: Hello, Arizona April: Visit with family in Philly and then back to Anchorage,… Read More Wordless Wednesday (Or a year in photos)
You know that feeling? That feeling of finishing a book and not wanting to let go? Of diving so deeply inside that when you look up, you don’t know where you are or even who you are? I so love that feeling. I kind of live for that feeling. And I found it this year,… Read More Favorite books of the year
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.
I love Twitter. I love the links and the blog posts, the comments on poems and current issues of lit magazines. I even secretly love the shoddy book jackets posted in desperate attempts to garner attention for supernatural-erotic-vampire-werewolf-futuristic-thrillers-with-too-many-typos-and-grammar-errors books (one even had a typo in the cover’s subhead, which for some reason both cheered and… Read More He Said to Me (and what I said back)
Well, GFT Press doesn’t want the four poems I sent. They zapped over the rejection letter the day before Thanksgiving. I guess they didn’t want me worrying about whether my work would be accepted during my holiday dinner, which very well could have given me indigestion. It was a nice rejection letter, though. They even… Read More Happy Thanksgiving to me (or rejection #1)
Remember that Dr. Seuss book: One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish? (Oh, how I loved reading that to my son when he was young!) Whenever I think of submitting my writing–my lovely and precious words!–my mind feels as jumbled as that Dr. Seuss title: This magazine or that? This poem or essay or… Read More Rejection (a four-letter word with nine letters)
Cinthia Ritchie 