Writing’s Gifts
I’m one of those people who considered my writing to be a gift. This glass paperweight is how I see the gift of story– a beautiful object that defies description. A wonderful book that made me realize the value … Continue reading →
Category Archives: the writing life
It’s Hard Work
My arms hurt. My shoulder complains every time I move it. My neck is sore. I could go on and on about my aches and pains. And no, it’s not from gardening. I’ve been putting in long days at the … Continue reading →
I Wish I Could Picture It
I envy people who can look at a bare room and picture it painted and decorated. They can look at a swatch of paint and know how it will look on the wall. All I see are the bare walls. … Continue reading →
Writing is Easy…or Is It?
Writing a story is easy. I mean, how had can it be to simply put words on a page. True–that part is easy. It’s making sure that each word had a reason for being there that is hard. Sometimes it’s … Continue reading →
Delivering the Goods
There is a dam not far from where we live. It provides a great holiday spot, good fishing and boating. there are several camping places and permanent cottages. The view from the top of the dam is spectacular. But … Continue reading →
FULL OF POSSIBLITY-or how a story idea is born.
IS IT EMPTY AND DESOLATE OR….? Yesterday I made a long drive south to Montana. The scenery varies–glimpses of the Rockies, the Sweet Grass Hills, deep river valleys and odd looking hoodoo formations. The picture above shows what much of … Continue reading →
BARE BONES/BARE BRANCHES
I’ve been doing edits this week. I’m going over a manuscript that has been professionally edited, choosing whether or not to accept the suggested changes. It’s tedious work and hard on my eyes. Following the suggestions takes my story down … Continue reading →
MULCH MUCH?
This week we did some mulching. The hope is it will make my life easier because it will reduce weeding. I like the beauty of perennials and the flower borders but they are so much work. Hence, the use of mulch. … Continue reading →
STAY ON TRACK
I have a little trail by the farm that I like to walk early in the morning. Often the grass is wet with dew and my shoes get soaked unless I stay on the track. I was thinking how much … Continue reading →
A WEED BY ANY OTHER NAME…
See these beautiful flowers. But they don’t belong there so I guess that makes them weeds. They are growing between the rows—thick as a carpet. I have been editing a manuscript and finding weed words. Words that are perfectly good but … Continue reading →