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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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...
To Beat the Cold
On this cold February morning sunshine is streaming in my office window. Yesterday's snow covered the ice and I am a bit reluctant to step outside. So for now I will stay in and think ahead to warmer days. I have so much to look forward to. This week came with...
January Days and Websites
I said more info would follow and here it is. In September I started talking to Matthew Woodley about creating me a website. We made a plan and began the process. After returning from Scotland at the end of September we had another meeting and got the ball rolling....
I Have a Website
More info to follow as I figure this out.
Home is Where Our Story Continues
The first day of Winter, a new season, a new home and the ongoing story. On this day I think of all that. Christmas is such a nostalgic time and we tend to long for days gone by. We pull out the decorations and hang the old ornaments on the tree and we remember. This...
Still Weary and a Bit Weepy
I am catching my breath this morning as I sit in gratitude and exhaustion. There is still much to do but much has been done. Lists and motivation seem too much to process today so I will allow some refreshing and rest instead. Yesterday I did my last sale and was...