Writing is a solitary pursuit--the imagination guiding the hand moving the pen. I'm pretty old-school, valuing the work of good editors and the revisions process before letting my words go public. But life is short, right? And sometimes, just sometimes, we need to spout off.

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A writer, mother, teacher, friend, I love books, blizzards and beaches, music from Hildegard von Bingen to the Beatles to Bonnie Raitt to The Brood; I love medieval churches, red wine, creme caramel, and roasted beets, and walking the woods and coastlines of home. 

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Back to make believe...

Just pretend.
Easier said than done sometimes.
It means disengaging from the naysaying world. The earth that would appear to be flat.
Time, space, permission.
Such a process.
Characters that step out of dreams, open their mouths, speak.
This mysterious uber-unter world that invests ours--the flatness of snow, of pavement, of rooftops, tables--with possibility
And out of all these things slips and slides a point of view.
The living breathing presence of a protagonist acquiring flesh.

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