It’s the shortest day, today, which always feels important. One of my favorite poems in the world, by Susan Cooper, begins:
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away.*
Of course there are twenty-four hours […]
I don’t blog a lot. I admit it. So if you’re looking for updates, please check my News page, and if you’re looking for links and procrastination and general brain ramblings, consider taking a look at my Facebook Author page, which is a great spot to find all of that.
However, I do occasionally have […]
Those who know me will attest that I’m not a particularly handy or crafty type person. In fact I have been known to duct-tape the cuffs of my jeans, and my kids once asked, when they were quite young, “Mama, what’s that?” when they first laid eyes on an iron.
Those who know me also […]
Please, have a 12th century image of a knight battling a snail. I insist. The Smithsfield Decretals, decretals of Gregory IX, Tolouse, c. 1300
No matter how mild the winter, no matter how fast it passes, I’m always delighted to see these.
This is Just Like Me Writing. Only Without the Beard. Or the Robe. Or the Quill.
Given how extremely rarely I DO blog these days, perhaps I should change the title to “Why I Sometimes Blog” or “Why I Used to Blog” or even “Why I Mean to Blog Even Though I Never Get […]
YA author and fellow New Englander Jo Knowles had a lovely writing exercise on her blog yesterday that I want to imitate. (I would have done it yesterday if I hadn’t been felled by some hideous stomach/fever/virus thing. Misery). Anyway.
The assignment: 1) Find a photo that makes you happy
2. Make a “list […]
Remember when I used to blog? Yeah, I do too. No, I haven’t been trapped under a large piece of furniture, unable to reach the keyboard to share a snippet from Swim. It’s just that November has grasped me in it’s saliva-filled mandible and masticated the ever-loving crap out of me. I am chewed up […]
Artichoke Reservoir, West Newbury
I just wrote a great post about the rescued miner in Chile who copyrighted the note he wrote that let everyone know they were alive. Then WordPress went ahead and ate it. Whatev. So now you all get a consolation prize: look at the pretty leaves! You’re welcome. xoxo
Kind of like a koan…if you write a blog and nobody reads it, is it still there? Hmmm….
Anway, I suppose it is necessary to begin somewhere, so here we are. I am on a journey to move the voices out of my head and my dreams and onto paper, where they will be ruthlessly […]