I’ll admit it–it’s been a bit hard to get back into the Alaska groove after spending so much time in sunny Arizona, followed by a month with family back in Philly (where temps reached 85 degrees). As much as I love Alaska, Anchorage doesn’t get much sunshine. In fact, we average 126 sunny days a… Read More “Forgotten Women,” another poetry pub, and so many moose
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
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)
When I found myself stuck in Chapter Nine of my second novel, Searching for My Daughter’s Ghost, I got on my bike and rode the Coastal Trail downtown to visit my friend, S, in her lovely and airy condo. The sky was overcast but warm, and it was nice to sit in a comfy chair in S’s… Read More Vegan blackberry muffins, and love
I love solitude, love being alone, love the way silence folds around my head and shuts out the world until nothing exists but my thoughts and the wind (if I am outside) or the cats purring (if I’m inside). I write best after being alone for a few hours, and in those hours I seemingly do… Read More Of Writing and Solitude
Cinthia Ritchie 