A Few More Words

In our family, if we don’t hear from one another often enough, we send out an email asking, “are you trapped under something heavy?” I have been. I was trapped under 75,680 words of a novel I’d love to find sitting on all your bedside tables...

Today I Love My Mailbox

This is a shameless plug. I’ve always believed if I checked the mailbox faithfully rain or shine, one day it would reward me with wonderful things. Two of those arrived this week. First: (here’s the plug) This book compiled by James Stuart Bell with a...

Back Where I Belong

This is my office. Isn’t it beautiful and inspiring? Notice how the legs of the desk sit exactly on the edge of the rug? That is The Line. Anything beyond the rug is no longer an office. It is the dining room. On Sundays, I shove this elegant writing desk...

Disciplining My Art

Artists don’t generally hang out at the gym. You don’t see a lot of musicians running marathons or writers entering the olympics. We may take a long walk on a spring day, but we are more often in search of our muse than our muscle tone. Don’t get me...

Orphans Preferred

This month is the 150th anniversary of the historic Pony Express. I am especially fond of this piece of American History since it’s headquarters are only a couple of hours away in one of my favorite towns, St. Joseph, Missouri. Some of our own family history was...

It’s Daisy Newman’s Fault

I’ve been wallowing a bit in writer angst this week. Another “no thank you” on a recent book proposal launched me into the depths of who-do-I-think-I-am-and-what-am-I-trying-to-do land again. Since I’ve promised my husband I won’t...