It’s happened. I am a published author. I can “honestly” say I’m a writer without feeling like I’ll be hit with a stack of books, even though EVERYONE says, if you write, then you are a writer. But now, well, the realness of it all has...
Yesterday I attended Robyn Read’s Publishing in Canada day-long workshop. She is the acquiring editor for Freehand Books in Calgary, a boutique press that has published the likes of Marina Endicott and Kristen den Hartog. Robyn It was a wonderful day filled with...
Lilacs bloom, filling the warm air with heady scent. How do you describe the smell of a lilac? Does it smell like wind and sun? Silt and grapes? Smell has to be described as something else. A story of the heart has to be told as something else. When I first caught...
As I prepare for five days on the shores of Lake Simcoe with Pat Schneider, I consider what I wish to accomplish on those dream-come-true days. Weather Vane has rounded a corner and is bouncing toward the finish line. It would be so lovely to dedicate most of my time...
>Until now, the idea of research has been as appealing as having sharp pins poked into my eyes. Lately, I have found researching to be very exciting. That is largely due to the fact that my current research is all about how to manage stealing some time in which to...
>Yesterday morning the house was quiet – grandson gone home, guests gone home, son sleeping his teenage Sunday sleep – so I did what I love best: slid out of bed, put the coffee on and sat at the keyboard facing the river to write 2,000 words before 10:30...
