This week I have had the great good fortune to travel down to Albuquerque, New Mexico to attend the Women’s Fiction Writer’s Retreat. I have been to many writers conferences and retreats in the past, but this is my first
Great Friends
Between sitting around my fire pit and watching the full harvest moon rise on Friday night, and brunch with two of my favorite writing gal-pals on Sunday–I had a wonderful weekend! I feel so fortunate to have made long lasting
On Habits
I’m thinking about habits right now, specifically mine, because I am fully aware that I’m at the crux of needing to change some of mine right now. Over the past few weeks, probably since going back to work, I feel
Big Personalities
As I knew would happen, I ended up having a wonderful time catching up with my writer friend, her husband (also a writer), and one of their very good friends and critique partners. It is almost always invigorating to hang
It’s Friiiiiday
Status: Silly happy that it’s Friday One of the really frightening things about being back at work now is HOW FAST the days and weeks are zooming by. It dawned on me about ten minutes ago that it’s September 6th
On Accepting the Unexpected
So as many of you already know, I’ve been working at making a career as a writer for quite some time now. To recap for anyone joining, I started writing my first book while pregnant with my daughter–she’s 16 now.
The Connections We Make
This Thursday is the start of the Colorado Gold Writer’s Conference here in Denver. Since the first time I attended in 2010, I have been to this conference several times. It’s impossible for me to say how many opportunities in
Home Again
I have been loving this summer. Colorado has been the perfect combination of sunny days with temperatures mostly in the 80s and enough rain to keep the whole state green well into July. I’m writing this in my backyard, under
This Lonely, Lonely Business of Writing
“A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn’t telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We
Goodbye 2018
My house is quiet. Which, after the last several days of cooking, eating, drinking, indulging, and general merry-making, feels like a decadent, meditative indulgence. With my husband back at work, my daughter back to her swim practices, my son outside