We have a mouse in the house. A very small, kind of cute mouse. It’s in the downstairs area, where my writing room is located. This mouse appears to like my writing room. Maybe it fancies itself as the next Franz Kafka and is using my computer to write Metamorphosis II. Or maybe it’s just… Read More Mouse in the house, and more mountains
Scenes from a springtime run with Seriously.
I couldn’t resist. This is Seriously, the dog we’re co-parenting with another family. She’s part Doberman, part Labrador, totally high-energy and a complete love bomb. A few days ago she rolled in stinky dead stuff. Yesterday she slobbered all over me as we rode in the car. Did I mention that we love her terribly?… Read More Seriously Monday, and Storyknife Alaska Writing Retreat
Yesterday we took a drive out to Palmer to visit with my partner’s sister for her birthday. It was late afternoon, the sky a lazy blue, and the mountains looked so lovely that I couldn’t stop snapping photos as if I were a silly-headed tourist. While I don’t love winter, the cold or snow, I… Read More Mountains, and two more rejections
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
We now have a dog, have I introduced you yet? Maybe I have, but here she is again. Say hello to Seriously. She isn’t our dog, we’re watching her for a friend of a friend. But she’s become our dog, in the way that a dog that you love always becomes your own. She fits… Read More Winter walk (or, why I love dogs)
Wow, I’ve been away for a bit. And I have a good excuse, too. I had to rewrite my book yet again. I’m not sure what the title will be at this point. I originally chose Waiting For My Daughter’s Ghost, but my agent wants to change it to Last Walk With Willie Nelson, which points to a… Read More Moose, mountains and final, final edits
I first read Kari Neumeyer’s memoir Bark and Lunge: Saving My Dog From Training Mistakes about half a year ago and immediately wanted to write about it. But my dog was dying and I was afraid that if I wrote a review of a book where (spoiler alert!) someone else’s dog dies, then my dog would… Read More Bark and Lunge (and hello, Kari Neumeyer)
I recently had to say goodbye to my dog, Beebs. She was almost 15 and had been sick on and off for weeks. She couldn’t walk well, I often had to hold her as she peed, and she had been pooping in the house for over a year. Her hair was falling out, she wouldn’t… Read More Eulogy for Beebs, the best damned dog in the world
I can’t finish my second novel, Waiting For My Daughter’s Ghost. I have it written and edited, up to the last chapter. I even have the last chapter outlined and more than enough segments in rough-draft to basically finish the book, but I can’t do it. For the longest time I wondered why: Why was I balking? Why didn’t I… Read More Why I can’t finish my novel
Cinthia Ritchie 