Scenes from a springtime run with Seriously.
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)
A few days ago I went to the library, sat in the Alaska section with the first 100 pages of my novel rewrite, and got to work. It was a rainy and cloudy day, and I sat by a window that overlooks a park (the grass all smeary with duck poop), and as I sipped… Read More Third person or first person? Damned if I know.
Hope everyone found a small piece of joy during the holidays.We spent a quiet Christmas at home with the beasts (two cats and a dog, all aging, all with health and personality quirks), watching movies and reading. It was peaceful and serene, and I was so happy that I baked a loaf of bread. There’s something… Read More Pushcart Prize nomination plus another mention
I remember in college reading Hegel (okay, I didn’t really read–mostly I just skimmed), and how the pendulum swings in one direction and back in the next, and that this variance was good for the world’s soul. I’m not sure how Hegel meant this to be interpreted but I saw it as karma. Or, in the philosophy… Read More Two more publications, and another rejection
I recently had a number of writing successes. But they didn’t come easily. I struggled the whole time, and not just over the writing, either. I struggled with my fears and insecurities. I came face-to-face with my writing demons You know what I’m talking about: Those voices inside your head that taunt you’re not good enough or talented enough… Read More Fighting my writing demons, and winning (at least for now)
The Helen Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico doesn’t want to offer me a three-month residency in 2014. Rejection always, always hurts. No matter how many you receive, and believe me, I’ve received boatloads, it still stings. It’s still impossible not, for those first few blaring minutes, to take it personally, to think that someone is… Read More A rejection, and an epiphany on Mount Marathon
I became lost earlier this evening while running a 10K race over the trails in Kincaid Park. I was talking with a running friend and we both missed the small yellow prompt and ended up at the finish line a mile too early. Later, driving home, I wondered: How often in life have I missed a turn and finished too… Read More Lost
It may be 80 degrees throughout much of the country but here in Alaska, it’s cold and cool, with temps in the mid- to upper-50s. I spent most of the weekend writing. My agent sent a senior reader review of the first half of my second novel, Waiting for My Daughter’s Ghost, and I was pleased… Read More Summer, Alaska style