Flyby
It has been pointed out to me that I’ve been sounding a wee bit melancholy lately. I suppose I am. Living in New England is a special gift. You see, first hand, how fast the time goes with the changing of the seasons, how quickly the buds blossom and disappear. Heck, sometimes we don’t have…
Spring Ahead
When we moved to our current house, eight years ago, I bought a bag of 100 daffodil bulbs. It seemed a ridiculous number, a luxurious indulgence, and as I planted the brown lumps I imagined a riot of yellow color, uncountable riches poking through the ground to announce Spring’s arrival. It’s my favorite season, and…
Banishing Writer's Block
Back when I started writing Evenfall, I had very little time for writer’s block. I had one, then two, small children, a barn full of horses to keep fed and cleaned, and a very busy freelance job. Writing fiction was a break, a moment stolen from other responsibilities. It was fun. Today, the horses are…
Releasing the Reins
In third grade, I’d exhausted the books in ‘my’ section of the school library. I’d plowed through all the Little House books, the Chronicles of Narnia, and their ilk. I was bored and wanted something more. When the reading van came to school (remember the reading van?) I was one of the first in line.…
Gah!
I know — it’s amazing I’m a writer after a headline like that. I had a great post planned for today — I’ve been working on it for a bit, writing a line down here, changing a word there — but I haven’t finished it, and I don’t want to do it halfway, so it’s…
It's Party, Party, Party, Babe
Or at least February vacation, so if you’re expecting a real blog post, you are sadly mistaken. Instead I thought I’d share with you a few of the activities we’ve done in between the playdates and the sleepovers. (I’m not including the part where I pry the DS from my son’s hands, of course. That…
Tea Time
A few weeks ago I was watching an episode of Downton Abbey. It was the scene where Lady Mary breaks it to Matthew that he’ll never walk again, and probably never sire children, either. And then, at the conclusion of this cheerful conversation, she asks brightly “Would you like some tea? I would!” and trots…
Pink Socks
Hey there. I had such grand plans for this blog entry –brilliant posts about tea, or riding, or reading and riding and letting go. But then I caught a cold, and the Slobbering Beast cut his foot (I don’t think he even noticed, but it looked as if Jason had visited our house) and I…
Pin This!
I am a late comer to the social media bandwagon. I just joined Facebook a few months ago; I’m not on Twitter. But I have to admit — I’m pinning like crazy. Remember the collages you made as a kid, where you ripped all the things you liked out of a magazine and glued them…
Balance
If you are a slightly shy person with introvert tendencies, publishing a book will not change that. You will simply become a slightly shy person with a book to sell (and, if you are lucky, a large poster of that book to hide behind). IF you are really, really lucky, you’ll get to take that…
Nobody Likes A Wet Dog, And Other Catch Phrase Creepage
We’re doing some spring cleaning here, and I’m trying to wrangle all the books back into their respective homes. The baby books we can’t bear to part with go in the basement (Carl’s Birthday, anyone?), the books we love the most go in the living room bookcase, the kid books and the books I don’t…
Once More With Feeling
I hate revising. I put it off by doing everything else possible – I clean the bathrooms, fold laundry, ask for more freelance work, write my blog posts in advance. The cleanliness of my house is inversely proportional to how much I need to revise, and man, is my house clean right now. My office…