Writes
Plan: I’m going to self-publish by October. I’ve said, now I have to do it, right? That’s how all this works. I write it. I edit it. I find that I’m not completely satisfied with it, but I can’t sit on this book for another year. The first draft of this book was penned when I was still a teenager.… Continue reading Old Book New Plan
Not giving up I’ve not given up. I’m pivoting aggressively. It happens, right? The book I was working on was not happening. I couldn’t move forward and I kept going backwards. I spent time with my therapist, my wife, and just about anyone who would sit still with me to talk about it. Here’s what I’ve discovered: Finishing Something I’m… Continue reading This is not the end. More on that later today…
I’m back to writing. Thanks for waiting on me. Emotive Warning: This is a series of journal snippets that I’ve written over a week of rollercoaster like twists and turns. I tried to turn it into something more readable, but it still feels a bit messy but helpful for me. I hope it resonates with at least one person. Snippet… Continue reading Life is a little ugly
Staring down a new knee and a new chapter Well, it’s the day before knee replacement surgery. I’ve been writing like my brain is on fire, mostly to distract myself from the fact that someone is about to take power tools to my leg. That’s not a metaphor. That’s… tomorrow. I wish I could say I’m handling it with grace… Continue reading Writing Through the Waiting Room
An Ode to BBC Mysteries This ode was written with heartfelt affection for Rosemary & Thyme. I’ve been deep into the BritBox app for AppleTV today and got inspired when I went for my English breakfast tea. O hush, the hedgerows rustle low— Another vicar’s met his fate. A gardener’s spade, a poisoned scone, The village fair runs ten minutes… Continue reading Murder Among the Marigolds
I needed some space to be messy I disappeared for a few days, which in writer-time is approximately twelve years. My body went full protest mode, knee pain, appointments, tiny betrayals whispered behind my patella. I don’t want to dwell on it, but suffice it to say: I became very horizontal. And while I was dramatically horizontal on the couch,… Continue reading Back At It
Last Day of #1000wordsofsummer & Planning a Challenge Dear Jami, Progression 19,217 words of brand new draft in 14 full chapters 7,879 words of outline covering 23 total chapters The realization that this book wants to be born this summer, no matter what my joints think about it I don’t know what I expected from #1000wordsofsummer. Maybe a few rushed… Continue reading Recovery Writing Challenge
The Collective The third floor opened around them like a held breath, wide and soft and strange in its gentleness. This wasn’t the rest of the warehouse, no peeling paint, no rusted piping groaning in the walls. It was warmth and filtered light, old wood and quiet corners. A space carved out for retreat, for rest. Grace blinked at it,… Continue reading Chapter 9: Where the Steam Clings
The Collective The room settled into a taut hush, like the whole place was holding its breath. Even the old coffee pot gave up with a final sputtering sigh, its last drip hitting the burner like a heartbeat too late. Grace stood by the counter, mug in hand. She lifted it to her lips, but paused, her nostrils flared faintly,… Continue reading Chapter 8: When the Body Remembers First
