by Andi | Jul 19, 2017 | Written and Wrought
When I was about 5 or 6, I was playing with my cousins and friends at my grandparents’ house in New Bern, NC. Cami was chasing me around the house, if I remember correctly, and we were full-on into game mode, the warnings about the copperhead in the yard long... 
by Andi | Jul 12, 2017 | Written and Wrought
Two roads ran up the mountain to my childhood home. One we called the “curvy way,” and it twisted through a forest beside a stream. Dad used to exaggerate the twists and turns so that my brother and I could swerve – meaning we could slide across... by Andi | Jul 5, 2017 | Written and Wrought
I don’t make a living wage from the books that I write. The title of my books has never been on any of those newspaper bestseller’s lists. I can’t pay my bills from the proceeds of my writing. On bad days, I hold these as marks of my failure. On good... 
by Andi | Jun 28, 2017 | Book Recommendations, Uncategorized, Written and Wrought
On Saturday night, I sat in our barn and listened to Billy Coffey speak wisdom over a rapt room while hound dogs slept on the concrete floor. He spoke of writer’s obligations and his own writing habits. He spoke of finding time to write and the obligation to... by Andi | Jun 21, 2017 | Written and Wrought
This morning, I sat on our front porch in the cool of the summer solstice. As is true of most old houses and even the newest farmhouses, the porch is where the best thinking happens. It’s a between space, a space for observation, a space for deep breaths and a...