Susan's Blog
Almost There!
For the fourteenth time production of a book with my name on the cover is nearing completion. I love the entire process. From the tiny seed of an idea the crafting begins. I remember the exact moment I imagined this book into existence. From a brief glance into King's Square the character of Hank Lowman emerged. I sat at my desk looking out street level windows on to Princess and Sydney Streets and imagined Hank's back story. Words and sentences accumulated and a story unfolded. Much work ensued before it was ready to send it along to my publisher hoping I had done enough to warrant consideration. From there the editing journey began and Penelope and I hunkered down to make the rough gem shine. Revision and change developed a different ending and polished Hank's story. Then cover...
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When a House is a Home
Today I feel led to give tribute to a house that was built on a hill, on a dirt road by two young people who had no idea what they were doing. The couple walked up the long driveway past an old foundation of a house that had burned down many years before...
And You Call Yourself a Blogger?
I call myself many things and others call me lots of things as well. I will start with my list; wife, mother , grandmother, sister, niece, sister in law, friend, author for a few. Burton calls me Mrs. White. My kids call me Mom. Two of my grandkids call me...
Charging my Battery
I have been busy and as my blog coach( my daughter) has repeatedly told me I have not blogged for awhile. Truth is I have not written many new words in the last couple of weeks either. I do however feel confident that I will return to my work in...
What April Is
It is a beautiful April day. The sun is shining and I feel optimism and hope. Today I am filled with contentment , happiness and gratitude. I look to the future with confidence as exciting changes and plans are being thought through and worked out offering vison...
My Oxygen Mask
Who forgets to breathe? No-one. We live so therefore, we breathe. The breath of life is something we take for granted unless of course something impedes our breathing. We think about our breathing the most if for some reason we are having trouble breathing. My...
Spring is Upon Us
I feel the tug of Spring. Ice flows in the river, depleting snowbanks, muddy driveways and yards, longer days and warm rays of sunshine are but a few. We look behind and ahead. Memories of deep snow and bitter cold make way for thoughts of crocuses and forsythia...