I’ve made it a goal to write 1,500 words a day on my new novel. It sounds so simple, doesn’t it? Back in my journalism days I often wrote more than that in a day so really, what’s the big deal? Except, I don’t have a notepad full of facts before me or hours of… Read More 1,500 words, two moose, an eagle and lots of autumn color
Last week I became sick. It hit quickly and suddenly. One minute I was running trails with my partner and the dog and the next sharp pains rammed my head. I finished the run (I always finish my runs–why can’t I be as proficient with my writing?) and spent the night shivering and sweating in… Read More A few odd and wonderful books (including “Eating Bull”)
In Anchorage, out by Kincaid Park and half-hidden by a network of weaving trails, lies a sweeping vista of sand dunes. The dunes rise up in white splendor. They rise up unexpectedly, and almost oddly. They are an anomaly, and because of that I love them, love to run up the dunes in my bare feet,… Read More A walk through the sand dunes
Cinthia Ritchie 