Write. Read. Beach. Repeat. Freewrite.

My dream of taking my Freewrite to the beach came true over Labor Day weekend! And let me say, I’m here for it! It was as wonderful as I thought it would be. I needed to write a seaside scene, so obviously this was the perfect time and place to write one. The weather wasContinue reading “Write. Read. Beach. Repeat. Freewrite.”

Mourn No More for the Dinosaurs

A character in my newest novel is writing poetry. Didn’t ask him to, didn’t expect it. But there it is. I sent Hubby an email the other day telling him that my MC just found a poem that Eric wrote with the line “Mourn no more for the dinosaurs.” (Yup, I think it’s cheesy onContinue reading “Mourn No More for the Dinosaurs”

Freewrite, Dirty Dancing, & Other Saturday Musings

Update on my Freewrite experience thus far: Oh my gosh! Where has this been all my life? First of all, the keys sound great when I’m typing! It’s like I’m dancing with them. And not being able to go back and edit (unless I want to backspace whole sections; spoiler alert – I don’t!) freesContinue reading “Freewrite, Dirty Dancing, & Other Saturday Musings”

The Freewriting has commenced!

Reader, I bought a Freewrite! While I haven’t been able to use it much yet, so far I love my Freewrite Traveler. (This is not a sponsored post. I wish.) Here is my side of the text conversation I had with my darling daughter about it recently, lightly edited: “It’s like a typewriter but itContinue reading “The Freewriting has commenced!”

This. Story. Wow. “Where We Leave Ourselves.”

Okay, Barry and I are newly back from Paris, and there is so much I want to write about, but I’m catching up on life first. In the meantime, you must read this odd and powerful, evocative and curiosity-stirring story by my friend, poet Andrew Najberg. We have had meaningful conversations in several countries andContinue reading “This. Story. Wow. “Where We Leave Ourselves.””

Margreete’s Harbor

Margreete’s Harbor Author, Eleanor Morse St. Martin’s Press 384 Pages I had this lovely book with me last summer on the beach, yet somehow I neglected to share my thoughts on this beauty with you until now. I’m sorry for the oversight, and when you read this quiet, elegant book, you’ll see why I oweContinue reading “Margreete’s Harbor”