Where the Loons Call

Blathering’s

Blathering’s November is here  So, that’s what I hear.  Thus, writers round the world Pencils, pens, their fingers are curled. Writing like mad men  writing 50,000 words or more pulling and piecing their words to score. Blathering’s of such Creating a novel is much More than just words on the paper More like a playful… Continue reading Blathering’s

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Between the Lines

I sit here today on the 45th parallel. I’m halfway between the equator and the North Pole. It’s the perfect location to spend the summer writing the lines for my memoirs of living in Europe. I would love to say that I’m halfway through writing those lines, but I’m afraid I don’t even see the… Continue reading Between the Lines

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Go Home…. Reading

What book makes you feel like you’re home? For me, Anne of Green Gables. It reminds me of growing up in a slower time. Playing outside in the woods, splashing in creeks, swimming in the lake, dirt roads, friends with bright imaginations. I wish the world would slow down so children could have that beautiful… Continue reading Go Home…. Reading

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My Humble Writing Beginnings

My first published piece. The other day came across the first piece I ever wrote that was published. It was a simple two sentence statement about the weather. But it caught someone’s attention enough that they wanted to print it.  I was already interested in writing; I just didn’t know the flame of seeing my… Continue reading My Humble Writing Beginnings

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Soul Surfing

Where do you go to lose your mind? Today I’m going to write a little, read a little, make some Easter eggs and then head to the bookstore to lose my mind. Soul surfing through the isle of the bookstore, enjoying the beautiful smell of knowledge. I love the smell of books. They bring a peace… Continue reading Soul Surfing