It’s summer in Alaska and we’ve been blessed with freakishly high temperatures, sunny skies and daylight stretching out past midnight. It’s intoxicating and giddy. It’s difficult to stay indoors. It’s so damned awesome. Except (there’s always an except, isn’t there?) I haven’t been able to do the things I love the most, namely running and… Read More High summer, and book news
Phew, it’s been a busy couple of weeks. We’re up to almost twenty hours of daylight here in Anchorage and sleep has become impossible. Even with blackout curtains over the bedroom windows, my mind still knows that it’s light outside and won’t turn off. I lie in bed each night, my body exhausted while my… Read More A rejection and a publication
We’ve been having incredible weather here. Days and days of sunshine (rare in Alaska), warm temps (again, rare in Alaska) and daylight stretching toward midnight. How can a person possibly stay indoors and write? Well, this person can’t. I’ve had four days off from work and crammed in so much outdoor time that I’m almost… Read More Lots and lots o’ summer, Alaska style
So much light! We’re presently up to almost fifteen (15!) hours of daylight up here in Anchorage, and we’re gaining a giddy five minutes a day. Soon it will be light past midnight and we’ll be out hiking and biking all hours of the night and then dragging ourselves around in an exhausted heap during… Read More Longer days, and I’m loving this book
It’s been quite a week, no? I was sick with the flu, I practically died of heat-stroke during my last run (it was 82 here at my sister’s here in Philly yesterday) and I realized that the new poem I had been working on and thought was oh-so-wonderfully-perfect isn’t perfect at all. In fact, it… Read More New work up at damfino press
I finally finished my novel (Waiting For My Daughter’s Ghost) rewrite. It took me over three months, countless sleeplessness nights and too many damned tears. I wrote the best book that I could. I gave it all of my energy, time, emotions and heart. I bled for my book, I bled happily and freely and unabashedly.… Read More Finished (or, wanting two things and only getting one)
Cinthia Ritchie 