Susan's Blog
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 soil of your imagination to plant that seed. The idea takes root, grows, changes and sends out tendrils. You are constantly surprised by its growth and the path it takes you down. You have moments of doubt, of indecision and confusion. And you have moments of clarity and vision as the idea expands. Suddenly you sense the beauty, the emotion and the truth of the story that is unfolding. But even when you feel the power of the story it dribbles out one word, one sentence, one scene at a time like drips from a leaky faucet....
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Lilacs and Contentment
I am writing on a cold and damp Monday morning . The heat is on and the ground is lapping up the much needed moisture. A week of fear, uncertainty in our province and neighboring provinces have reminded us of nature's power and our powerlessness over it. It also...
Just One Day
The calendar selects one day a year to celebrate mothers. Advertising and society push us toward cards, flowers, gifts, meals and all that to celebrate mothers . That is all well and good and one can choose how to embrace the sentiment but the truth of it is Mother's...
Back From Britain
This time last year, this time last week, this time the week before... I can often be heard saying such things. I do find myself thinking what I was doing this time last week, last month and last year. It always amazes me how quickly time passes. In late December I...
Remembering Always
He was 20. In a dream last night I was sitting somewhere with Zac's friend Crystal.Conversation swirled around me and it seemed to be a series of inaccurate statements about my son's death. I do not recall them all but basically no one was getting the details right. I...
The Joy of Writing
I have stated many times how thankful I am for the time and inclination to write. During the years I spent teaching and raising a family I clung to the dream of being an author. I tried to squeeze writing in to those busy years and while keeping the dream alive I...
And Suddenly it is Spring
The sun is streaming though my office window this morning and I feel the heat of it. Our yard is muddy and all the snow has melted off our roof. Snow banks are dwindling and the air feels so different. These are familiar signs of the season change that welcomes...