Writing is a Long and Winding Road
All we can do is take Things day by day… I have a confession to make: I am a slow writer. Like snail’s pace slow. Like sloth-migration slow. Like glacier creating a lake bed in granite during the deepest depths of an ice age slow. I blame most of this literary sluggishness on the fact…
Islands of Healing and Isolation
When does the healing power of isolation become a punishment? As I write this, the sun is setting beyond the storm clouds of the Med. The sea is shadowed, restless and insistent — if I lean just right through my sickroom window, I can see it, the narrowest glimpse of the shore, the sea tearing…
A Year of Stories
It’s time for a new beginning. Here’s to many more…
Where Do You Find the Joy?
When life gets hectic, it can be hard to trust the process…
The Place between Stories…
What do you do when you end up lost between projects, books, stories, other worlds?
