The Artist Date need not be overtly “artistic”– think mischief more than mastery. Artist Dates fire up the imagination. They spark whimsy. They encourage play. Since art is about the play of ideas, they feed our creative work by replenishing our inner well of images and inspiration. Julia Cameron – The Artist’s Way blog –…
2023 is the year I leveled up for ten months.Then I leveled way down. I wrote three books and a novella. With my siblings, I cleaned out and sold my dad’s house, in a very long sale process involving a squatter. After my dad’s passing, I paid his bills and taxes and closed out his…
Bacon bread is by far the most popular bread item from the original Laughing Loaf Bakery I operated. It’s made from a biga, a pre-ferment. Because biga is my go-to bread method, I named the pesky little dog in my cozy mystery series after it. The pre-ferment is much better behaved than the dog. 😄…
My dad, who passed away last fall, was often a difficult person to deal with. But I never doubted that he loved me. Fiercely. One thing I learned pretty early on: when another person expresses love for you, you’re receiving that love through a filter they’ve pieced together from their life experiences.
Four years ago today, on April 22, 2019, I sat in a Korean restaurant having a good, very spicy lunch with my friend Ann. I received a call on my cell phone that felt surreal, though I knew it had been coming for a long time.
New years is not my favorite holiday. To me it seems arbitrary to have a big raging party for the beginning of a new year. Seriously, what really changes on January 1? And as we’re still stuck in pandemic times—which I hereby designate PT—even less has changed. We faced more of a retreat into our…
Not everything you write needs to be for other people. But if you’re writing something you want someone else to read, you need to make a connection. I love how writer Michael Chabon calls this a handshake. The writer puts their hand out to make a connection with their words; the reader completes the handshake.
Home Short Fiction Blog X The memory tree I have friends who decorate their Christmas trees in color schemes, with tasteful white lights and gold ornaments. They’re beautiful. Everything matches. When you walk into their living room, the tree is an exquisite centerpiece, a Christmas tree out of a lifestyle magazine. Our trees tend to…
Home Short Fiction Blog X The memory tree Attention Deficit Disorder runs so deeply in my family that I’ve wondered if we should try to get a bulk discount on meds. It’s present in at least one of my siblings, then my nieces, a brother-in-law, at least two of my children–and me. My youngest child…
Home Short Fiction Blog X A reader gave me one of my favorite reviews. He liked Swift Horses Racing because my characters were a mixed bag. Sometimes they made good choices, sometimes they made really bad ones. “I like that,” he said, “Because people aren’t just one thing.” This past year, one of my favorite…