• lake reflections

    handling feedback

    by  • March 26, 2015 • 0 Comments

    I’ve been thinking a lot about feedback and critique. It’s an invaluable part of preparing a manuscript for query and submission. Definition time: a manuscript is the unpublished version of a work that the author is hoping to publish – could be a play, a novel (in my case), or non-fiction a query is...

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    spring in seattle - forsythia

    seaching for scatterbeams

    by  • March 11, 2015 • 0 Comments

    When Kristina was home for a month at Christmas, I spent some time messing around behind the scenes of the blog – looking at long-neglected analytics, tracing where my readers are and how they find me, that kind of thing. (Okay, the analytics are still neglected. Who am I kidding?) I called out some...

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    staring down a blank page

    by  • March 5, 2015 • 0 Comments

    coffee berries in winter light

    I don’t wake up craving a cup of coffee. I wake up just fine with a splash of cold water on my face. It’s not the jolt I crave at all. It could be noted that I don’t drink decaf, but that’s more about processing. I love the intention in the roast and the...

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    by  • March 4, 2015 • 1 Comment

    trees in every direction

    I had a coffee date with my husband the other day. As much as we see and enjoy each other’s company at home, it is sometimes a lovely thing to intentionally create time to be together away¬†from our house – no dog, no dishes, no laundry. Just us. We sat at the last available...

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    a thousand tiny nows

    by  • February 7, 2015 • 0 Comments

    cupcake royale super short

    My wall calendar page for February shows a dandelion puffball, some of the wishes floating out on the wind, and the text, “Someday is made up of a thousand tiny nows.” Indeed. David used to have a bit where he’d talk about now. No, now. Yes, this now. The now when I speak is...

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    savouring simple pleasures *updated

    by  • February 2, 2015 • 2 Comments

    mr. roboto on a dog bed cover from molly mutt

    I realise that last post sounded a little grumpy and impatient. I want to remedy that. I want you to know that, even though in the last few days of the month I was eager for the symbol of a fresh start, I was able to practice instant gratification in January. By that I...

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    one of twelve

    by  • January 31, 2015 • 2 Comments


    I am ready for January to be done. Not because it was a hard month, although in some ways it was. Not because I am eager for what is to come in February, although I totally am. Not because I don’t like this month’s page on my new wall calendar, although I don’t. (I...

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    the time of your life

    by  • January 5, 2015 • 2 Comments

    union station seattle

    “Did you hear about ?” “Did you see that ___________?” “What do you think about ? For a little while, my answer will be no. Right now, it’s better that way. It’s time for me to pull back. This is more than the solstice, more than Twelfth Night,...

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