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Giving Thanks
For writers everywhere. For artists and their visions. For workers who harvest, farmers and growers who plant and tend and gather eggs, the cheese makers, the bread bakers, the cooks, and the dishwashers. But especially giving thanks to those who share, volunteer, and put their shoulders to the wheel. For those who teach and care […]
Read the rest of this entry »Write What Scares You 2
The morning skies are quiet and there’s a rosy sunrise burning through the firs. It was cold again last night–down into the 30s and I’m wearing heavy socks and I’m nestled under a cozy throw in a muted pumpkin shade. Towering storm clouds are taking over the skies this November as a Pacific front sweeps […]
Read the rest of this entry »This I Believe: Write What Scares You
You don’t need me to tell you we’re living in strange times. Let me amend that. Since much of the history of the human race has involved all matter of weirdness and difficulties, let’s say stranger than most times. When life hands you a raw deal or heartbreak, a scary, shitshow future, or distrust in […]
Read the rest of this entry »What Now?
I’ll spare you my opinions on the election, but there is a deep thundering within me. Sorrow wants to swallow me whole and hold me in grief’s endless prison. And the world is simply a atilt, dizzying, and bewildering. A planet galactic and empty and cold. However, I just want to say this to writers, […]
Read the rest of this entry »If it’s October 31st, NaNoWriMo** Starts at Midnight
Steady, cold rainfall here.Trick-or-treaters will need to wear layers tonight–and carry umbrellas. Even though we’re oddly not an umbrella-wielding bunch in the Pacifc Northwest. It was one of the first things I noticed about autumn rains when I first moved here. Not that no one ever carries one, but they’re sometimes a rare sight in […]
Read the rest of this entry »Desperate characters = stakes and motivation
On Sunday I was awakened in the wee hours by the roar of rain thundering down. I stepped out onto my porch with it’s metal roof and stood under the clamorous power, breathing in the clouds and wet. And then it took hours to get back to sleep, but that’s another story. Later, after tracking […]
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