Playing God Means Showing Up No Matter What

There’s a thin white line that I must cross every morning in order to write.  It’s like treading over inches of freshly fallen snow –  that coming out of sleep process – a hush that heightens story-telling because characters speak and scenes unfold on their own.  I don’t have to work hard to get things rolling. Except Read More …

Colossal Cinnamon Rolls

Winter Storm Jonas, I thank you.  Cozy home, smelling of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls, usually a once-a-year, carby Christmas treat.  Mmmm.  Except your blustery deluge gives me the perfect physical outlet to burn off these babies. I mentioned in my last post that I’m into bread making lately, partially as research for a story I’m working on Read More …

No, I Haven’t Dropped Off The Earth’s Face

Yeah, I know.  It’s been a few weeks.  Okay, a month.  Sorry. Except, that I’m not. What I am is rested.  And grounded.  And happy. I have always wanted to take a four-week hiatus.  Jet off to somewhere tropical (a.k.a. Kauai) or at least do something interesting.  Immerse myself in day-to-day realities without the distraction of There Read More …