Writing

It turns out I only needed to print about 30 pages… and put approximately the same number in the shredding pile. I put the newly …

The evenings are hard: two so far. I do a little of this and that, and I do a little work, and a little this …

I create the Rules of The Room as I go. Here is the list so far: Talk to no one. Email no one. Read no …

Three weeks ago, on a Monday afternoon, I cut out Teddy. Alarmingly, it took me only two hours. This morning I decide to cut Oak; …

At noon I am finally ready. The first day is for practice: I lie on the mat and read, not committing myself to work, or …

My daughter made me this notebook cover when I first started writing The Madrigal.  It has been filled with several years’ worth of book notes …

After two hundred and four pages, I begin to lose track of things a little.  I draw character maps, list names, complete a chronology.  This …

Last week I wrote myself into a corner.  I had seen it coming for months, imagined that by the time I arrived it would solve …

I sit here for hours and watch the light in the room change as the sun moves from the back of the house to the …