Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
When I was about nine or ten, I read a picture book illustrating the entirety of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem "There Was a Little Girl" or as I always think of it "The Girl with the Curl in the Middle of Her Forehead." For some reason, that poem, especially the first stanza, has always stuck with me.
In which I discuss my reasons for writing.
As soon as I heard that there might be a castle tour organized in conjunction with the 2017 Wrint Excuses Retreat, I knew I had no choice but to go. When else was I going to get the opportunity to travel the German countryside visiting CASTLES in the company of some of my most favorite... Continue Reading →
This year's curriculum on the Writing Excuses felt custom tailored to the problems I've been experiencing in my writing lately. I've been procrastinating badly: Emma Newman talked about Fear and Writing and how procrastination is generally underpinned by fear. I spent a lot of the cruise thinking about my fears and the forms they take... Continue Reading →
I crouch as low as I can without sitting on the rain-slick ground, photographing cobblestones and parquet floors. I lie flat on my back in a flagstone courtyard trying to capture the majesty of a tower. I stretch my arms above my head and stand on tiptoes: how else can a capture the sheer scale... Continue Reading →
I didn't really sleep last night. I dozed off at a couple of points - I know this because I had a dream that I was having a really good hair day - but true sleep eluded me. There were many contributing factors to my insomnolant state: the highly caffinated tea I drank late in... Continue Reading →
Sooooooo... It's been a while. How is everyone? Good? Good. Last time I wrote, I wasn't in the best frame of mind, and I realize now that maybe waiting three months to write a follow-up isn't the best way to go. I'm doing better now. The existential angst isn't as crushing as it was, I think... Continue Reading →
Note: Previously, I described the events leading up to the start of the Writing Excuses Retreat 2016. For those of you who are behind the times, you can catch up here. And now... Words are hard to find, sometimes. The flit through my mind, sometimes landing for a moment, resting. I'll mull them over, consider... Continue Reading →
In which the writer expresses her excitement with many exclamation points!
The raccoon shambled like a drunk into the path of my headlights. At first I thought it was a cat or maybe a stray dog, but then I recognized its bandit mask and ring-striped tail. I slowed my car to a crawl, hoping it would move out of the road before I came to a... Continue Reading →
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