First of all, what are tricksters? Their purpose is to remind us to be real. When we put up barriers to hide (often from ourselves), they delight in tearing down those walls. Only when we are real do they lose their power. This past week, I became nursemaid to Sophie. A trip to the vetContinue reading “Trickster Tales”
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Muse, where are you?
The things I’ll do to avoid finishing my trilogy: Write a blog. Knit a cap and immediately begin another, hoping to avoid the mistakes made in the previous one. Introduce Sophie to a new mode of transport for family walks (because she’s so pokey the rest of us don’t really even get our legs stretched).Continue reading “Muse, where are you?”
Paying Attention
Some time ago, I discovered that most of my (rare) falls happen when I’m ungrounded. I can walk and think, but only by keeping one piece of my mind sensing the ground beneath my feet. It was when I fell and broke my little finger that that lesson came clear. Every subsequent fall comes as aContinue reading “Paying Attention”
Looking back on the Old Year
Generally, the only yearly resolutions I make relate to writing. The second item on my 2023 list states: “Complete Quantum Quest draft.” I certainly drew near to its climax but must confess, the draft remains incomplete. It has now moved to my 2024 list. Neither did I complete the first item on the list: “HiddenContinue reading “Looking back on the Old Year”
Taking Stock
December is almost half gone. The question of whether I’ll succeed in my deadline to complete a rough—very, very rough—draft of a novel this year remains in limbo. Will I or won’t I? I’ve done a lot of soul searching. How have I written novels in the past? How can I change my methods? MyContinue reading “Taking Stock”
Ambiguous Grief
The crows are back, with their raucous calls, dropping signs of their pecan foraging. We’ve had some rainfall, dampening the falling leaves. It’s been a beautiful autumn, as the year rounds another corner, nearing its end. This past week has been an exhausting one of minor and major upheavals, which put a temporary stop toContinue reading “Ambiguous Grief”
Winterizing
I almost let this week’s blog slide, since I had no draft prepared nor theme in my head. However this morning’s chauffeuring started me thinking and composing. Unfortunately, I lose half of what I think if unable to get it down on paper. Let that be my excuse for a very brief post. As anContinue reading “Winterizing”
Making connections
I’m still slowly reading Cloud Cuckoo Land. Some books are made to be gulped down, but Doerr’s multiple characters span centuries and the globe, and they require slow savoring. I’m nearly to the end, where everything is cohering beautifully. This has been a week of meetings and emergencies. (Only one emergency but its ramifications madeContinue reading “Making connections”
Lost and found
was my forward writing momentum, temporarily regained by setting a timer for 12 minutes and writing nonstop. That worked for two days, and then distractions intruded. Keeping it simple—So now I’m back, aiming for two timed writing sessions a day. After all, what’s 12 minutes (or twice 12-minutes) in the whole scheme of things? ButContinue reading “Lost and found”
Weeding
Weeding—to a librarian—means clearing the shelves of battered, or sometimes unread, books to make space for new materials. Weeding—to a gardener—means clearing out unwanted plants to make space for wanted ones. I kept eyeing a plot in our front yard, wanting to go out, clear out the “weeds”, amend the soil, and plant something thatContinue reading “Weeding”
Kate Harrington 