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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 tears at any moment. I feel the tug of just closing my eyes and giving in to the escape sleep might bring even though I slept well last night and before me lies a beautiful sunny August day with no real expectation or demand to do anything but embrace it. So what is my best defense against this weary and worn out feeling clouding this sunny day? I made a list , I have a plan, I know the drill of showing up and stepping up. But still the weariness envelopes me and I acknowledge it for what it is and why it lingers. I am allowed...
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Got to Love the Launch
When a new book is released the author often chooses to celebrate with a launch. I remember when I launched The Year Mrs. Montague Cried in 2011. I chose the Kingston Farmer's Market as the venue and went about planning it. I invited former students personally and...
Get to Work!
What a beautiful October we are having. Each morning I try to start my day in my gazebo taking in the air , the sunshine, the breeze and the surrounding Fall foliage. I love days when I get to stay home and so appreciate days when I get to my office and write new...
As I Wait
Instead of attending to new words and developing the story in my current work I am sitting here in my office this morning reflecting and revisiting what came before. I am anxiously waiting for the arrival of my fourteenth novel which has been sent out this morning...
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...
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The Author Days of August
August has a feel of it's own. Summer is still present but Autumn waits in the wings. I used to feel the tug of September because I was returning to school, preparing to re-enter my busy teaching routine and thinking of getting my classroom ready. Then as a full time...