Thoughts about writing, and the universe.
Across a week of brilliant family time, of busy holiday baking, of the furious knitting of a gift before the deadline hits, of episodes of The Crown and sorting pictures out for Christmas-gift calendars, I have been appreciating family traditions, the things that come again and again with the years in their lightly varied but... Continue Reading →
This week's post is part of the monthly Author Toolbox Blog Hop. Check out posts by other writers about writing craft and industry. It is a good community and a good resource. #AuthorToolboxBlogHop The longer I poke at things I long believed about writing, the more they crumble like a log long on the fire.... Continue Reading →
Last week, I began reading Alan Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty, a brilliant tour of Thatcher-era upperclass London, narrated in close third-person focus on unabashed gay hedonist Nick Guest. Although the window into Nick's world is undoubtedly fascinating, it is Hollinghurst's writing that I have been most entranced by. And that's what I'd like to... Continue Reading →
Words like trees 