I've mentioned before how I love new experiences. If there's a large crowd, I'll start to feel smothered, but, in general, I'm fascinated by events and people. Add anything about writing, poetry, the craft, or reading into the mix and I'm there -- as long as I can afford it. It's amazing to me how … Continue reading Poetry in the Park
I'm curious, if you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? I imagine most people want to do something profound. Like, remove all disease or wave a magic peace wand over the world. Maybe you want to transform all the fast food restaurants in the world into farms, so that instead of … Continue reading If I could change one thing about the world, I would make more band-aids.
4th Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning Today marks the second day Brother Trinn and I walked among the families of the sick. He pressed a crisp sheet of baked wheat mixed with bark into eager hands, while I followed behind and offered sips of weak ale from a ladle. The refugees know … Continue reading Midnight Mercies
2nd Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning When I heard the footsteps, I knew they didn't belong to Hilla; her feet traveled a different path, one filled with the soft lift of the sun and hope. Two wardens took her place, shuffling down the damp, stone halls. Silently, they dragged me out of my … Continue reading A New Beginning
1st Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning “Twin rowans guard the bend where the river turns east. Count off fourteen paces—nay, double that for your young legs—and you’ll find the overhang. If you don’t see it immediately, sweep away the vines. Sleep there. In the morning, follow the river east. Look for my … Continue reading Answered and Unanswered Questions
If you're visiting for the first time, you might notice my tagline says 'Awesome Author of Imaginary Tales'. It says it on my business cards, too. Today, I want to talk about that word, 'awesome'. No, I'm not entitled--at least I don't think I am. Well, okay maybe, just a little. I believe if you … Continue reading Awesome is the New Judgment
I was over thirty when I wrote my first book. I'd written short stories, poetry, and articles. I'd even had some of them published. But I didn't write the last sentence of my first book until I was over thirty. Everyone says 'to write, you must read', and I agree wholeheartedly. But my daughter did … Continue reading What Writing Teaches Us