Novelist, Playwright, Doodle-ist
A young woman with amnesia is discovered on the dock one morning. In her palm someone has written the words many and chance, so Minnie is summoned to help. Once at the hospital, the woman remembers that she must stop someone from doing something, but she doesn’t know who or what. The clock is ticking, and every avenue Minnie tries turns into a dead end. Who is this woman trying to save? Can Minnie solve the mystery before it’s too late to save them?
I couldn’t decide what to blog about this month and it didn’t become clear to me until I started working on the graphics. I started out with a background. But what would make the picture more interesting? An old house? Who do you think lives there? An old man or woman with lots of stories…
Happy sauna day. It’s hot. In fact, where I live, we’ve had weeks of temperatures over 100 degrees. But it is almost July 23 after all—the exact middle of Dog Days. As a kid, I heard stories about Dog Days from my dad and his siblings. The one I remember most had to do with…
I can’t remember how old I was when I decided to roller skate down our steep driveway. In retrospect, it was a bad idea and I have the facial and emotional scars to prove it. Then there was the time (a few years later) that I decided to try crossing my arms while riding my…
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I love spring. Especially after a cold winter. It’s not so much the milder temperatures. It’s the birth—the rebirth. The trees—their leaves turned brown and fell off. So they spent the fall and winter having nothing to clothe them and keep them warm except the memory of the sun and the leaves. The flowers went…
Like many of us, I was a shy kid. It was hard for me to make friends. I know now—I was just an introvert trying to build one-to-one relationships in a world of group settings. We didn’t talk about “feelings” in my family, so I had to figure my own way around it. One day…
Mama used to tell this story about how I came home from first grade in hysterics. The teacher said we were going to read the next day and I was horrified. How was I supposed to read? I didn’t know how. I insisted Mama teach me that very night so I’d be ready. She tried…
Robert Dugoni opened the Surrey conference I just attended. “On this day, I write,” was the ending phrase of his speech. If you’d like to hear it, please click here. It is inspirational. Thanks to Robert Dugoni, I began the conference reminded of why I write. Thanks to Robert McCammon, and Robynn Sheahan, and Russell…
We all do what we feel we have to at any given moment and those actions we cannot justify, we rationalize. Notice I didn’t say we always do what we feel is right. There’s a big difference. BESIDES . . . what’s right for you could easily wrong someone else (see my post What’s your…