Today I’m having lunch with a friend, Tricia Sutton, who’s a fellow writer. A year ago, that would have been impossible. One, because I’d never met her, and two, because the only other writers I knew were family members. I was crafting jewelry then, instead of stories. But a series of vivid dreams, and a… Continue reading I’m spinning right ’round …
Tag: time
The thief of time …
Procrastination is the thief of time. (gasp) Yes, I used a cliché, so take away my keyboard! Looking out a kitchen window this morning, I saw a hummingbird come to the feeder only to find it empty. I apologized. It’s been empty for two weeks. Twice I’ve made the syrup to refill it, set it… Continue reading The thief of time …
Limping toward home
I fear I’m not going to make my deadline. I hoped to have my novel ready for polishing by the end of June, but it’s been slow going lately. I admire writers who can finish a novel in one-hour sessions carved out of an already full schedule. I can’t do that. I can edit in… Continue reading Limping toward home
My neverending story?
A few days ago, the five year-old in my life, was having a bad moment. Denied her request for Coke, she'd been crying for several minutes when she sobbed, “I’m afraid this is never going to end!” I know how she feels, though I’m not referring to tears (yet). My writing has been up for… Continue reading My neverending story?
Alone time
Do you get enough alone time? Some people say they thrive on activity and social interaction. I'm not one of them. At this point in my life, I'm blessed to have a good bit of time when I'm the only human in the house. I take advantage of that and sit writing, with only the… Continue reading Alone time
Linda Cassidy Lewis 