Okay, so the sun played hide and seek Tuesday, but the air was warmer, which is why Word Raccoon begged… Read more Limburger in Limboland  

Now Playing: Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings by Father John Misty  Word Raccoon asks permission to write at a local café… Read more No One’s Gotta Help Me Dig

I think I lost myself in The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams as I read that enthralling novel.… Read more Trucks Are the Flannel of Vehicles: A January Dispatch from the Dictionary of Word Raccoon

From almost the moment she woke this morning, Word Raccoon’s been flirting with poetry calls. I gave her a few… Read more Word Raccoon Has Entered the Chat (With Imaginary Earrings)

I watched Nonnas today. Netflix, a couch, a body that’s been under the weather, the kind of day that still… Read more Nonnas, Hunger, and Poetry 

Word Raccoon and I are both under the weather after our writing retreat, tucked under blankets and passing cough drops… Read more Published, Longlisted, & “You’ve Got Mail” Again

Word Raccoon, despite not feeling well, sat with me while I worked on my novel yesterday, the technical end of… Read more Layers, Lost and Found

Word Raccoon told me last night she was not getting sick. Just because her throat hurt and she was feeling… Read more Sugar, Caffeine, and Sickness: A Winter’s Tale

Days 5 and 6 of the Writing Retreat (Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Adjust accordingly as you read.) I know… Read more Scenes That Do Their Job (and a Raccoon Who Won’t)

At breakfast, I mentioned my favorite cousin. A young man across the room said his father had shared that name.… Read more Permission & Pinecones: Writing Retreat Day 4