April 12, 2020

TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE “Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” ― Kurt Vonnegut I hope that each and every one of you is safe and taking as many appropriate steps to stay that way as possible. The Steve Miller Band classic reminds us that : “Time… Read More


March 23, 2020

The Writer Elkhound is telling me that spring is on the way. Spring implies hope and a kind of jauntiness, a willingness to let old winter bygones be bygones. However, we are now collectively in that strange position of wondering what is going to happen next. I say strange but really the entirety of human… Read More


February 23, 2020

“Writing floats on a sea of talk.” 1970, James N. Britton, author of Language and Learning In both the revision process and in brainstorming for my next project I pay close attention to dialogue. An antenna for odd bits and barbs of discussion is required. Contemporaneous notes aren’t just for the FBI “Words create sentences;… Read More


February 3, 2020

“A word is dead when it is said some say. I say it just begins to live that day.” Emily Dickinson ~some put up jars of jam, I stock up on words~ The first draft of a third novel is cooling, like a deep-dish pie on the window sill, and I take some time to… Read More


January 6, 2020

The pause before an exclamation and after. An unquantifiable insight. Walk outside and sit. Let the blue in, let the whistles and whirrings and guttural growlings in the sable of fallow soil enter your thoughts. The shudder of last leaves – so much beyond each of us, having nothing to do with the I (fragile… Read More


December 7, 2019

An overcast sky indented with crow wings and the sharp commas of crow talons. It is good to go outside. To look up. To let the wonder of all that is not us seep in. Early this morning, while scenery is more of a suggestion than substance, I marvel at the Writer Elkhound, who bounds… Read More


October 22, 2019

While working on page 174 of the first draft of my third novel. In this new terrain, I have to make some adjustments. The Pacific Northwest while sharing many similaritties is not the same as Alaska. Here, the crows are fat and numerous. They are the ones that populate parking lots and call raucously from… Read More


September 29, 2019

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” Vladimir Nabokov Words are breadcrumbs leading me into the heart of a new story. Returning from the PNWA writers conference index cards, notes in the margins of handouts and underlined… Read More


September 3, 2019

“When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.” ― Alice Hoffman Mist drapes a barn roof, erases the base of a silo. The morning is darker than it should be, tinted in shades of wet slate and cooled charcoal. The lay of… Read More


August 10, 2019

Walking Through the Valley of the Shadow “To teach superstitions as truth is a most terrible thing.” Hypatia The Writer Elkhound trots by my side, then bounds forward to chase after a squirrel running across the fence top. Later she winds around my legs and nudges me as I pause. The weight of the world… Read More