Writing and the Subconscious

At my feet as I write, a Norwegian Elkhound is sleeping. For the last half-hour, she has been dreaming her way through squirrel chases and hikes with her owner, bolting after foxes and pouncing on groundhogs, all from the comfort of the living room floor. Her...

A Writer Goes to the Book Fair

Tomorrow, a group of women and I will descend on the glory that is the Green Valley Book Fair. The Fair is a veritable emporium of WAREHOUSES full of books. As a book lover, this trip is a little of heaven (and hell since I can’t buy everything). . . but as a...

Writing the Clouds

You lead as much with your heart as you do with your head. — Alan Cheuse Today, I cleaned windows at a friend’s house for four hours. Just me, Windex, some paper towels and the Reggae station on Syrius. Oh, and I shouldn’t forget the stink bugs, lots...