I went for a 10 km hike yesterday along a trail that leads deep into the woods. It was one of those perfectly magical weather days. Not too hot. Not too cool. Puffy white clouds. Striking blue sky. Butterflies fluttering. Dragonflies flitting. Blue herons gliding....
It’s morning. I’m looking out my bedroom window as I write this post. A gentle rain is falling and I can smell the wet earth as she gives thanks for the nourishment. A multitude of birds is chorusing their song of thanks as well. Vibrant emerald green...
I truly love to read famous quotes about writing, mostly because they help to remind me, on days when I actually loath to write, that our self-respect as writers lies in the doing of writing, and not in the done. Oftentimes, a single quote will be enough to get...
Writers have an almost crazed reputation for being notorious coffee drinkers, and I would venture to guess there isn’t another group of people who have a closer association with drinking copious amounts of the brew than writers. There are a lot of writers I know...
I am sitting at my desk as I write this. From my window everything looks a bit bleak, bare, and grey. Even the sky looks chilly, pulling the clouds in close like a warm blanket. A few geese have just flown by, honking on their way to hopefully, somewhere warmer. Such...
