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From Flannery O'Connor

"The writer is only free when he can tell the reader to go jump in the lake....You want, of course, to get what you have to show across to him, but whether he likes it or not is no concern of the writer."

Flannery O'Connor

On-line Interview

Check out Creativity Portal to read an interview about how I manage my writing while also being a full-time mom. Fun pictures and GREAT Website for all writers / artists.

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On Words

"A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used."

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1918)

A Little Poetry

Okay, since I've just returned from the mountains, I thought I would share a bit of poetry inspired there a few years back. This one is for Daddy, the one who taught me to hike the timberline trails:

Maybe you don’t know
Because I’m always right behind.
You are the one I’ve followed
from day one.

Place your foot and lift off.
I take a breath, count a rhythm
in my mind. One, two three,
Here I go, in your steps.

Continental trail or meadows high.
I have invested faith knowing that
not even this divide can make me
lose the pace.

Because, Daddy, it’s not just my feet
that have followed one step behind.
In heart and mind, I’m right here.

Just a step behind.

Venture into the mountains

In a week, I will venture into the same mountains in which my young adult historical fiction novel, "Moonshine Murder" takes place. The same location the beginnings of the novel's creation evolved.

Each writer has a place of sanctuary, which reflects the inspiration inside them and feeds that inspiration. For me, the Weminuche Wilderness is such a place. High above timberline, bordering the sky, a place exists like no other, where the mountain lakes swim with rainbow trout, mountain willows sway in the tempered winds, and the wild geraniums blossom on the hillsides. If I'm lucky, I may spot a herd of Elk, or even the spirit of a wolf, ranging far from its northern safety.

From Faulkner

"Man will endure because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's duty is to write about these things."

William Faulkner