birds are not welcome at breakfast

I thought I would write about waffles long before I put up a post on crêpes. Which is funny mostly because I’ve been making crêpes for a LOT longer. And because the biggest reason I’ve put off the crêpe post is that I didn’t have a photo – of...

handling feedback

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 Definition time: a manuscript is the unpublished version of a work that the author is hoping to publish – could be a play, a novel (in my case),...

seaching for scatterbeams

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...

staring down a blank page

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...

haunted

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...

a thousand tiny nows

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...