See it here....How David Met Sarah... isn't it beautiful?!
ruminations on the meaning of everything when everything changes...
Hello...
...and welcome. When I decided to make this a year of transformation and change... I didn't realize how radical those changes were going to be. I am in a new place, a new space and about to embark on a fresh start in a new life. Will you stop a moment, and join me on the journey? Because I have no idea where the road is taking me next.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
In the moment of the pause
The world is absolutely still this morning, the air as muggy as a morning in July. The trees slump over the ponds. The crows are calling. A cold front is predicted. The light has a strange coppery-gold glow as the sun rises behind the clouds, that's turning silver-gray as I watch.
Outside my writing room, summer is spilling over in vines and heavy branches, in the fat bunches of wild grapes and raspberries, in the scent of mint and chamomile. The world looks ripe and ready. In the last few days, I've seen a cricket, a snake, a deer and a turtle, powerful messengers according to animal medicine.
As I'm writing the tiniest spider has dropped down from the vaulted ceiling - a distance of at least ten feet above my head - and is bouncing and bobbing in front of my eyes. I can't quite tell where it's spinning its web, because it doesn't appear to be anchored to anything at all. The cheeky little thing seems to think it can use my keyboard because it landed on the space bar and scuttled away just in time to avoid my thumb.
In Native American tradition, Spider is a powerful auger of creativity and connection. I wish all my Gentle Readers a rich and fruitful autumn.
Outside my writing room, summer is spilling over in vines and heavy branches, in the fat bunches of wild grapes and raspberries, in the scent of mint and chamomile. The world looks ripe and ready. In the last few days, I've seen a cricket, a snake, a deer and a turtle, powerful messengers according to animal medicine.
As I'm writing the tiniest spider has dropped down from the vaulted ceiling - a distance of at least ten feet above my head - and is bouncing and bobbing in front of my eyes. I can't quite tell where it's spinning its web, because it doesn't appear to be anchored to anything at all. The cheeky little thing seems to think it can use my keyboard because it landed on the space bar and scuttled away just in time to avoid my thumb.
In Native American tradition, Spider is a powerful auger of creativity and connection. I wish all my Gentle Readers a rich and fruitful autumn.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Busy, busy
How David Met Sarah is becoming more and more real. I should see the initial design for the cover art tomorrow. Today I'm going down to meet my brother and my parents for some photos.
Here's hoping it's a good hair day :).
Here's hoping it's a good hair day :).
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Great news....
I've sent my new editor the final draft of How David Met Sarah! This very special love story will be available in October...Please take a peek at the book's new blog: How David Met Sarah...I'm so delighted to share this story with you!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Today is the first day
There's a first day of school feeling to this morning, a sense that today something new begins. For the first time I can remember, I think, the rhythm of my days are no longer dictated by someone's school year.
I'm looking forward to finding out my own.
I'm looking forward to finding out my own.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Welcome, boycotters!
I have to tell all my Gentle Readers about how much traffic I've been receiving from all the people who apparently believe American women should be boycotted. My stats are going through the roof!
As one of my Wise Women friends pointed out, boycotting by reading and commenting on an American woman's blog - not to mention drawing attention to it by posting a links to it on a forum - is an ass-backwards way of boycotting anything, simply by definition. But perhaps, to paraphrase Inigo Montoya of The Princess Bride, they don't really understand the meaning of the word.
I actually think it's quite wonderful that this person and all the others who share his views are boycotting American women. Please keep that boycott going.
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