Mid-Winter, Mid-Novel, Mid-Revision Blues

I’m in a funk, right now. Maybe it’s the long nights of winter. Maybe it’s the endless tedium at the day job, or maybe it’s just the latest mid-novel slog. The thing is, I am making progress. I’m writing. I’m revising. I’m even typing those pesky handwritten pages that seem to multiply around me. Morale

Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference Day One

I’m going to admit I hit drained pretty early yesterday. I don’t know whether it’s the change in the altitude, or my own shift from my regular schedule to… uhm… normal human being hours and then on to mountain time. Or… quite frankly… the fact of being surrounded by people wearing my allergens (perfume, cologne,

Winter Fun: Snow, Sleds, and Decapitation

It is snowing, again. The kind of white on gray snow that only shows up after everyone’s already sick of the rain.  And the sleet. It’s going to be pretty slick, under that top layer of fluff. This would be the time of year when Midwesterners tell their kids about their pioneer ancestors, and all

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