posts

Please forgive the momentary emotional outburst. I am feeling very thankful today and I just wanted to mention it. Thanks for my family and friends and my Feltus fans. And the continued health and happiness of all those I love. […]

A couple of years ago I was working on a novel- not a children’s book but something for adults, and the basic plot was an inappropriate relationship between two mature people. It was a love story (and who knows I […]

It’s bloody freezing outside. About sixteen degrees colder than usual from what I understand. Most folks are huddled inside around their wood-stoves eating thick soups from mugs and wearing thick woolen socks that you can’t possibly fit a pair of […]

In the golden age of publishing, back before there was the internet and big chain stores and marketing, there were neighborhoods, and writers buried themselves in stale-aired tiny rooms tucked under the roof with one window, lots of coffee and […]

Ten Reasons why I didn’t get as much revision done in the last few days as I had hoped. Aye, here’s the rub. I have a nice fat sheaf of notes; some notes to myself, and others courtesy of the […]

Here are some photos from the wonderful vacation we took to the Maritimes this summer. The first is an alleyway in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia (pretty fancy camerawork, heh?), the second is the amazingly photogenic Peggy’s Cove (also in Nova Scotia) […]

Back in my salad days when I was young and tender- green, I used to love to sit on my windowsill and stare at the moon caught in the branches of the big old maple tree that grew in the […]

There are probably writers out there far more professional and able than I am who just sit down and write with a certain confidence that I lack. Obviously I am secure enough to write in the first place, to have […]

I stopped driving my car as much as I could when I caught sight of my face in the rear view mirror one day and realized how terribly angry I looked. Furrowed brow, squinty eyes, unbecoming purplish tinge to my […]

Squirrels and their noises- liquid glottal stops like Victor Borge and his phonetic punctuation- look him up on Youtube.com if you’re not familiar with him. AND when the canopy of trees meets over the road and you suddenly feel like […]