I came upon a haiku I wrote while I was working on the Birthmarked trilogy, and it felt like a message to myself across time. It exactly captures the sense of my mind opening up with new space while I’m writing, and the doubleness I feel when my characters come alive.
Why I Write
Where Gaia calls one
side of me to the other
the wasteland opens
Every night lately, I wake from dreams. In one, I flew over a cliff of falling water as wide as half a planet. Once a lady with a red lantern floated up with a silver balloon into an evening sky of planes and missed her ride. Last night, I sank in a collapsing hole of sand before strangers pulled me free.
The dreams linger into my daylight and hover at the edge of my imagination as if expecting me to do something with them. I have no idea what that… Continue reading
Working at home feels different when I know other people have snow day vacations from school and normal jobs. On one hand, I like sensing that other people are in the houses in my neighborhood even if I don’t see them or call them up, like we’re all hunkered down together. On the other hand, I feel like I deserve… Continue reading
Holidays are great. I love the extra time with family, the colorful lights, the music, and the good food. The fun certainly involves a change in routine. Some people who have vacation over the holidays hope to work more on their novels, while conversely, people who write for a living might find their normal work time gets squeezed. In the past, I’ve had major deadlines of January 1st, and the mix of writing pressure and fear of disappointing my family has been grueling. Even without a major deadline, finding a… Continue reading
Many non-profits invite donors to make contributions today on Giving Tuesday. The concept is a response to the commercial aspects of Black Friday and Cyber Monday, and I welcome the focus on charity and generosity. What can be kinder than giving to people you don’t even know?
When many of us pitch in, donations don’t need to be big to have a huge impact. Beyond the likely recipients of former schools and holiday funds, here a few of my favorite non-profits, from far-reaching to local.
When I was a kid, holidays were a big deal. Thanksgiving meant family cramming in around the tables, buffets heaped with food, a gravy boat, homemade cranberry sauce, and patent leather shoes. I loved the running around, the jolly games, the climbing under the table, the singing around the piano, and the desserts with whipped cream out of can. Sometimes, I’d get to light the candles and I’d feel magically important.
As I aged into a teenager, it was my job to help… Continue reading