Winter Wonderland
While there is nothing more important to writing that time spent in the chair, there is another, more elusive, component to the creative process. For someone as compulsively driven as I am, this second part is often tougher. Time away. It takes a little prodding (and sometimes force with a crowbar) to pull me from my writing. But time away, fresh air, a little sweat—these are as vital to my writing as the dedicated computer time.
Giving back
Every year, I donate books to an amazing organization that facilitates distributing books to soldiers. I make it a point to donate 2 books for every year I’ve been alive, a way to celebrate my birthday and also give back. This year, I donated 100 books. If you’re interested, check them out HERE.
What happened to the bride?
Saw this bouquet abandoned during a stop in a small town on a driving trip last week. A cold wind and a slate sky, the scene was eerie. I started to wonder…
Where is the bride? Why leave your bouquet behind? What happened to you?
Looking back at 50. Was I born this way?
I was not a kid who read a ton though I spent a lot of time in my own head. An old family friend sent me this picture which she said was taken when I was around 11.
Do I look like a writer? Did I know then what dark halls my mind would lead me down?
