This morning after I woke up but realized I didn't have to actually get up yet, I fell back asleep and dreamt that Julia Roberts and I were best friends. We met at a library and started talking about books. Through our love of words and storytelling, we became fast friends. The dream consisted of… Continue reading At the Library with Julia Roberts
FORTY IS HOT & COOKIN' WITH DREAMS. I'm in my fortieth year of life, and although I always told myself to not make a big deal about this when it came, I can't stop myself from thinking about it at least once a day. It's like knowing there's chocolate in the house, and no matter… Continue reading My Fortieth Year and A Dream Inventory
A writer and woman I love and admire, Ms. Rebecca Leigh, teaches literacy (she's a doctor - P.H.D., baby) and she wrote this incredible book for writers called Wounded Writers Ask: Am I Doing It Write. She recently created a beautiful, intuitive and inspiring website Wounded Writers Ask that offers info about her as well as the on-line… Continue reading Wounded Writers Ask: Free Write #1 – My Real Name is…
It’s happening. My new book of poetry, Look At Her, is at the printers!! CAN I GET A SQUEEE UP IN HERE?!!! Yes, we made it! What a year. In a blog…here’s how we made it this far! MANUSCRIPT – GO! It all starts with a manuscript. A collection of up to 120 pages of… Continue reading Proof to Print – Look At Her Is On Her Way!
So this is what I've been up to: buying and wrapping gifts writing and sending holiday cards helping the kids with school work/home work reading poetry Our dining room table is Grand Central Station. What's hilarious is the heave-it-off-to-eat-then-put-it-all-back-on habit that we've all grown accustomed to each time we eat dinner. Oh, you do that… Continue reading Holiday Time (Almost)
Sometimes I feel stupid. I feel inadequate. I feel like there’s something really wrong with me. I can’t always chalk it up to over-active-pre-menstrual hormones or a bad day. Sometimes I really feel deeply like I just don’t get ‘it’. I’m a writer. So I write. This part has always come naturally to me. I… Continue reading The Secret