July 9, 2017
What would it be like to live in a place like this? Where you walk to the end of the street and a bay, a color of blue that makes you wonder if you ever understood the color blue, swims Read more…
July 9, 2017
What would it be like to live in a place like this? Where you walk to the end of the street and a bay, a color of blue that makes you wonder if you ever understood the color blue, swims Read more…
July 8, 2017
Anybody who has been around me for more than five minutes knows that I am a bossy know-it-all. I know (see?) that I’m annoying but I can’t seem to stop forcefully giving advice on any topic of which I am Read more…
May 2, 2017
Here’s the thing about (what I hope) is the final revision: no more procrastinating. No more saying, “Oh, I’ll figure that out later, that thing about time travel,” or, “I’ll go back later and format all of his inner thoughts Read more…
March 26, 2017
A poem I wrote after meeting a long-lost cousin who turned into a great friend.
February 20, 2017
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” ~E.L. Doctorow If writing the first draft of a novel is like driving Read more…
January 30, 2017
Late in 2010, I finished writing my first novel. It was super religious (as was I, at the time) — pages and pages of Church history and people talking about theology. It was just a “light little mystery” and I Read more…
October 7, 2016
The truth is that any demon honestly met becomes a friend, and our friends should be treated wisely if we wish them to remain our friends. Rolf Gates, Meditations from the Mat Today, my demon-friend self-doubt and I are going Read more…
April 26, 2016
“He who plants a tree, plants hope.” ~Lucy Larcom, on a random rock in Lubbock, Texas Early morning rain Coffee Morning pages Revising book and realizing that writing just one scene would go a long way toward making the end Read more…
December 14, 2015
Eight years ago today, I slipped on the ice, fell, and hit my head on a curb. I woke up in the arms of one of the nuns I was living with, who was crying and saying, “Sister, wake up! Read more…
July 24, 2014
Wake up. Fight with Daniel over who gets the last mini-box of Froot Loops. Win because you are the baby. Smirk because he has to eat the Cheerios instead. Watch cartoons with the boys. Laugh until you cry when William Read more…