Susan's Blog
Seasons of Change and Challenge
Spring is here according to the calendar but the temperature seems to be saying something different. Last Tuesday I happily went about setting up the furniture in my gazebo but so far only one morning has been warm enough for me to eat my breakfast and have my coffee journal time out there. I stood by the lake a couple of days ago and watched two geese and two ducks swim by and thought of the day I will run in and begin the 2026 swimming season. I await the arrival of the second round of edits for my fifteenth book. I ponder the cover option and look ahead to placing it on my table at the Farmer's market for another season of greeting loyal and new readers. A week ago the farm had to say goodbye to Tessa , the beautiful matriarch of the herd. Loss is never easy but oh how often we are...
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Snow Cover to Mud
I love all four seasons. I love each month of the year for the unique and distinct qualities they bring. Winter is winding down and I think back to the fierce and forceful elements that season delivered. We had some bitterly cold days and nights. We had snow storms...
The Right Words
This morning I have immersed myself in the words of poet Andrea Gibson. Last night I invited them and their partner Meg into my home and they entered my heart on a day I really needed love to be the center of my thoughts. This past weekend hatred and fear pushed its...
Getting Ready to do December
Last night I was gifted a dream where Zac showed up. I was told he was down in the field and I waited at the edge for him to come to me. I could not see him but as he got closer I knew he was there. He reached out to me and said" I walk with you". Today December...
When I am Weary
This morning I feel a weariness right behind my eyes. I feel the gentle breeze coming in my office window and have just come from spending time in my lovely gazebo space that has offered so much solace this season. I feel a prevailing sadness that could bring the...
One Drop at a Time
This entry is an attempt to understand and share what writing a book is for me. I apologize if I mix or overuse metaphors but here goes. A book begins with the seed of an idea which comes in many different packages; a dream, a newscast, a conversation. You root in the...
One Zac and Two Paiges
Yesterday I had a WISP author visit at Harry Miller Middle School. After accepting the invitation a month ago I felt moments of doubt and apprehension. The Pandemic put a stop to my fairly busy author visit schedule and there has only been a trickle since . Realizing...