I manage a small creativity circle – a group on Facebook where other creatives get together and share thoughts, ideas, work, questions, whatever. Each month we have a theme to provide some loose guidance and then we see where we end up. For me, it’s provided an opportunity for new thought. When I’m out runningContinue reading “Gifts that Keep Giving”
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Learning to Write From my Kindergartner
Somehow I lost October and November. Sixty-one days evaporated from my calendar. Erased like dust in an etch-a-sketch. There one minute. Gone the next. Between the great kitchen renovation project of 2015 followed closely on its heels by Thanksgiving, two months are a blur of construction dust, paint fumes, shopping and chopping. December easedContinue reading “Learning to Write From my Kindergartner”
Permission, Persistence and Partners
I just finished Big Magic over the weekend. Big Magic is Elizabeth Gilbert’s love letter to creativity. Or rather, her soul whispering (and sometimes shouting because the world can get noisy scaring our souls into hiding) to ours that the thing inside us – the thing that burns and tugs and bubbles just under the surface –Continue reading “Permission, Persistence and Partners”
2:00 pm
2:00 pm. One hour until the bus returns my tired, sweaty, fidgety, hungry children back to me. In the hours since they have left, I’ve made the bed, done the dishes, walked three miles, showered, eaten two meals and attempted some semblance of work. With the one hour mark comes the pressure. Did I doContinue reading “2:00 pm”
Doing it Scared
“I just love the way you’ve embraced your fears about doing this…” These are the words my husband imparted to me during a conversation about where I am in my writing process (editing, mired in the busy work of agent research and query letters, preparing for the inevitable letting go). I laughed. Because embracing my fears? NotContinue reading “Doing it Scared”
Do For You
I remember when my first was born and someone told me about the airplane model of parenting – attach your own oxygen mask first before assisting others. Seemed like a no brainer in that last month of pregnancy, but it wasn’t until I realized I was dashing out of the shower with barely rinsed outContinue reading “Do For You”
The Weight of my Son
My son stands in the surf regarding the horizon. His face is calm as he receives the waves, the wind, the sun. The lip of the ocean kisses his toes, embraces his ankles. He looks so small against the stretch of sand, the girth of the Atlantic, the enormity of the horizon. But there heContinue reading “The Weight of my Son”
High Heeled Mama Reads: The Same Sky, Amanda Eyre Ward
First off, this book reviewing business is harder than I thought. Reading is my go to. My solace. My boredom buster. My company in the quiet moments (what are those again?). So I read. A lot. And there is so much other life happening that it can be hard to find the time and thinkContinue reading “High Heeled Mama Reads: The Same Sky, Amanda Eyre Ward”
The End
I typed the words “The End” in the middle of a page with blank space below it. No new chapters. The words were done. The story complete. Well, complete for now. Step one, rough draft? Check. Notice I call it a rough draft, not even a first draft yet (not even close). Now the hardContinue reading “The End”