Promised in Paperback, Plus Extras
Next week, the paperback of Promised (Birthmarked 3) comes out, completing the paperback set of the Birthmarked series. I’m curious to line up the three books for the first time and see how they look with matching covers, and I wonder if that will create a sense of completion or closure. So far, I have not felt like Gaia’s world is completely closed, partly because I keep hearing from readers about it, and partly because stray ideas still hit… Continue reading
No Hearts, Gulps, or Sighs
Today I wrote the first draft of an awful scene. It’s scary and sad and troubling to me, and I hadn’t seen it coming, either. It evolved naturally in a new chain of events I was trying in Project Next, and then, bam, I had to be responsible to my characters and expand a full-blown, agonizing scene.
It’s hard to write about emotion and have it work on the page. It’s tempting to throw in tears, beating hearts, gulps, and sighs, but although those feel important and… Continue reading
Splitting Wood, Writing, and Persistence
When I was last in Minnesota, my brother invited me to help with hauling wood logs to cut and split for the fireplace. I was game. Four of us set out together on the job, and at one point, while my older brother manned the chain saw and my younger brother levered out nails with my husband, it fell to me to take a turn splitting logs.
I was not a natural with an axe. Secretly, I was concerned about chopping my foot off, but I was… Continue reading
Summer Storms
I love a good storm. We’ve been getting our share of them here in New England, and when I’m caught out and drenched, I feel more gleeful than stupid. Sometimes I go out on purpose to stand in the stream at the edge of the road and let the warm rain water trickle over my toes. I feel like I’m doing something of importance if I can redirect the water with a mini sand dike so it goes toward the storm grate instead of into our yard… Continue reading
Q: Do You Write When You’re on Vacation?
A: Yes. My life is less fun if I’m not writing, so on vacation, I usually find time to write. It’s often only a couple of hours on the plane or in the morning before I join the rest of the family, but that’s enough to keep my ideas going and stay connected to the calm, inner part of myself. I need that to fortify me in the chaos of a zillion interactions. The few times I’ve tried to leave my computer behind, thinking that would… Continue reading
A Retreat, of Sorts
For the past three weeks, I lived on Long Island at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory, where my husband was running a course. It was a writing retreat of sorts for me, with none of the usual interruptions of life at home, and long, solitary hours with my computer.
Food was available three times a day in the dining hall, so I had no groceries or dishes to consider. No cleaning was needed. No chores piled up. I felt very spoiled.