Confession time. I am not much of a blogger. But I have a blog. It’s not quite a dilemma, just a question that’s been circling my head since the last time I posted, oh, nine months ago. Should I continue with this? The short answer is yes. I’m here. My novel is in querying limbo. […]
Until a few weeks ago, my writing life looked like this: I could feel the end coming. I could see it in those tiny numbers: 57, 87, 102 words cut. Weeks earlier it had been in the hundreds; if I was especially diligent, a thousand. When you’re trying to condense a novel down by several […]
Winterfylleth (winter full moon) is past, Blotmonath (month of blood or blood sacrifices) is here. That’s October and November, if you asked an Anglo-Saxon. I find the Anglo-Saxons’ bluntness to be refreshing, starkly beautiful… and sometimes remarkably appropriate to particular seasons in my life. Blotmonath, referring to ancient religious sacrifice or the pre-winter culling of […]
Last week was exhausting. Nationally and personally, emotionally and literally. My back hurts. My apartment is a mess. My area at work is a lively thoroughfare and a common space, an introvert’s nightmare. We’ve not seen in the sun in three days. Each time I ventured out this weekend I was either caught up in […]
Black and White Warbler, 09.18.2018 She was bright yellow and grey and lying on the sidewalk outside my front door. I’d never seen a bird like that before – I was struck by the delicate beauty of this little creature and the fact that she was dead. Traveling south for the winter, she’d had a […]
