I’m no stranger to broken bones, concussions, and sprains from the whims of grumpy horses, so after the last rejection threw me flat to the ground I climbed back on my literary horse. In a Facebook post I shared that I was sitting in my car eating dark chocolate...
Most writing careers could be described as roller coaster rides. In the beginning, circa 2010, I gaily announced on my blog that I intended to document my path from creation to publication and assured my potential followers thus: “Come along. It’ll be fun.” Well,...
Steady rain silvers the green river. The parched earth opens like a lover. A text I received a couple of weeks ago was to my worry like this rain is to the land. We worry that food will become scarce, that terror will keep us in lockdown, that we will burn in our...
Lately my writing has been primarily focussed on transcribing into my laptop handwritten scenes for my new novel. There have been a few sweet exceptions where my ’emotional co-conspirator’ (a term we coined after discarding boyfriend/girlfriend, paramour...
Today I read a wonderful blog piece by Jo Eberhardt about how men and women are perceived differently in the same situations. It was quite stunning for instance, to discover that research shows although men talk significantly more in groups than women, women are...
