Tag: moose
More moose
Moose appear in my writing a lot. They are such a large part of life up here, and we see them everywhere: In our yards and while driving down the street, in grocery story parking lots, on the trails, at the park and even in school playgrounds. This mama moose visited our yard a few… Read More More moose
March books, and another moose
Guess what we saw during our sunset beach walk? Yep, another moose. This one was mellow and barely blinked as we walked past (keeping our distance, of course). Still, it feels so magical to come across a moose. They are such odd creatures, so large and majestic on one hand and so awkward and stumbling… Read More March books, and another moose
Winter walk (or, why I love dogs)
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)
More moose, and a little writing buzz
In late autumn, right before the snow coats the ground with the cold, hard truth of winter, moose visit our yard to devour the crab apples sagging off our tree. By this time of year the apples are half fermented, and after they eat the moose slump in the yard with serene looks across their… Read More More moose, and a little writing buzz
Moose, mountains and final, final edits
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
Guess who came to visit?
So there I was, sinking down in a hot bath after having run over 45 miles for the week, and my partner sticks his head in the door. “You have to see this,” he says. And I’m like: Whatever. I’m old. I’m resting my legs. Leave me alone. “No, really. There’s a moose outside the… Read More Guess who came to visit?
Midweek moose, and musings
Once, years ago as I was writing at my desk late at night, I heard a tap against the window. It was winter and cold, and I assumed it was snow falling from the roof. A few minutes later, I heard it again, louder this time. I crept over to the window, peered through the blinds:… Read More Midweek moose, and musings
Mushy emails and moose kisses
This Thanksgiving weekend I decided to thank some of the writer and bloggers whose words have influenced and encouraged me. Of course, none of these people know I exist since we occupy, how shall I say, extremely different literary or social media standings. Still, I know how hard it is to throw one’s words out into the world without knowing where they… Read More Mushy emails and moose kisses
Monday motivation (or how I stay motivated during dark times)
Well, I’m writing my Monday post on Tuesday, which shows how motivated I’ve been lately. I’m blaming it on the weather. Here in Alaska we lose over three minutes of light each day. That might not sound like a large amount but when you do the math (and I know, I know, we writers pretty much suck… Read More Monday motivation (or how I stay motivated during dark times)
Cinthia Ritchie 