Busy couple of days. Writing, but also just catching up on some things. It was finally warm enough yesterday to break out a dress, but my legs looked so pasty I probably blinded someone. True, I hide from the sun—but I also don’t tan. … [Read more...]
Book Updates
Some more information about the upcoming anthologies I’m in. I don’t know when the last two will be released, though I can guess. But look at those writers! Man, oh, man. WILD THING - May 2007 - Maggie Shayne - Alyssa Day - Meljean … [Read more...]
Writing Opportunities
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.” … [Read more...]
From Here, to a Moment, to Forever
From Letters to a Young Poet by Ranier Maria Rilke: No one can advise you or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; … [Read more...]
The Monkey’s Raincoat
Subject line of this blog entry = actual title of a book, written in all its fantastic thrillerish glory by Robert Crais. It’s the first in a series about a detective named Elvis Cole. Love it. Am hooked. Have just spent way too much money on Amazon … [Read more...]
Be Brave for Brava.
From Ozma of Oz: The Princess looked at her more closely. “Tell me, she resumed, “are you of royal blood?” “Better than that, ma’am,” said Dorothy. “I came from Kansas.” I don’t why, but I get tickled every time … [Read more...]
Love Lines
I’m writing a short story about a honeymoon. Been listening to a lot of Aaron Neville. Also had lyrics and lines and poetry rolling through my brain. Like this, from Romeo and Juliet: Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the … [Read more...]
Hello, Description!
omphaloskepsis (om-fuh-lo-SKEP-sis) noun: contemplation of one’s navel. *** D. H. Lawrence, 1912: “Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, … [Read more...]
Forest Heirlooms
Late autumn, in southern Illinois and Indiana, is when the persimmon trees hang heavy with luscious fruit ready for picking: soft and squashy—dead ripe. Then we not only eat them raw but we have those rare treats: persimmon pudding, persimmon pie, and upside-down cake … [Read more...]
My messy desk. With cat.
“It is with words as with sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.” —Robert Southey Honestly, I don’t work at my desk. There’s never any room for me. … [Read more...]
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