Travel Day. See you soon.

Write With Me! Study Hall, Monday, October 3, 2016: No Excuses! 

The cable folks are tromping around the house and moving their truck up and down the street and otherwise creating havoc, but 
I AM AT WORK! Show me your hands, friends; it’s so encouraging to have company on an irritating day like this. 

Still Sick, But Working



Weaver’s Knot is on Sick Leave 

Write With Me Study Hall, Monday, August 29, 2016: Ouch! Just Do It! 

Oh, it’s one of those mornings when I can’t pay attention to a gnat’s somersault, and I have every reason to turn over and go back to bed. IBS. Absolute confusion about which manuscript to work on. Familiar squabbles. The list is endless. 

So, going out to the café to do . . . something. Let you know later how that went. 

How about you?   

Write With Me Study Hall, Monday, August 22, 2016: Clip Art

It’s cut and paste time for my new novel. Any large project can get a bit out of whack: scenes out of place, sketchy “bridge” material where you didn’t quite know how to write, and so on. In a multilinear novels with more than one voice and thread, this can happen times seven.

So the easiest thing for me is to print out the novel, separate it by chapter on the flooor, read each chapter, cross out what doesn’t work, and cut out the good parts. Then I attach the clipped bits to new paper with tape, move them around till I’m satisfied, and voila! A new improved draft. From there it’s easy to move the offending parts around in the word processing software until I’m satisfied, and then to rewrite portions, especially the bridge material that opens and ends chapters. 

However, I can’t do that today because I don’t have a printer. I will next week, though. So for today I’m off into fantasy land with new material for the short story collection I call, Space Walk

Love and luck to you all, whatever you’re doing today. Leave me a note to let me know, will you? 

Write With Me Study Hall, Monday, August 15, 2016: Cafe Day

One of my favorite ways to do Study Hall is Cafe Day. Why? Because it gets me out of the house but the goal is to keep writing.

Not every task works well for Cafe Day, though. I find that I can edit, look for consistencies, write a quick first draft, even draft a new scene while sipping my Chai Latte and watching the world go by. However, there is no getting in the zone, or deep explorations of character or last draft editing possible within earshot of easy distractions. 

That’s how it is for me. I know writers who can write through a thunderstorm punctuated by a rousing game of hide and seek in the family room and a delivery at the front door every fifteen minutes, and still stay in the zone. Not me. I need a little more space and quiet to be really there, immersed and writing my heart out. 

Today, I am drafting and redrafting scenes where I have a strong notion of where we’re going, and I’m not yet in final or even hold-on-maybe-that’s-it draft. So it’s off to my favorite watering hole in Dodge City, where I can hide in a corner and still have that lovely Chai Latte. 

What are you doing today? 

Proud Gypsy Traveller: What’s in a Name

We Roma are a continuing lesson in why it is important that people define themselves. Many people confuse us with an attitude, a lifestyle, or simply with anyone who bears behavior that fits their stereotypes. But we are not confused.

This exhibit shows you why.

Write With Me Study Hall, Monday, August 8, 2016: Whoaa, Nellie!

Do you get distracted when you write? I do.

The act of writing itself brings up ideas like a percolating coffee pot so that I’m flooded with new stories, poems, even novel ideas. And then, there’s life. Living in Kansas for a while has given me the need to put horses in everything I write. A new essay about living idealism? Sure, there are metaphors about white knights and riding to the rescue. You see what I mean. It’s solely because there are horses down the street from me in both directions, and many in my way to and from everyday errands, so I am always admiring them, talking to them, watching their nuzzling companionship. But do I really need to make horse story every project? Nope.

What to do? Well, I have a stable that’s a center of action for one new novel, so I’m trying to pour all my horse preoccupations there, and let the rest go.

Of course the more I write about the Romanies I know, the more horses crop up, because I’ve never met a Romani person  who doesn’t love horses. (Many of our families have traditionally bred or trained or shoed horses.) But that’s a horse of a different color, so to speak. Horses there are not extraneous. 

So today, off to work on a novel set in Chicago with nary a horse in sight. Unless, perhaps, a Chicago policeman riding a horse is needed. . . . 


Who could resist talking to her? We used to call these milk horses.


Horses in corrals like this are eveywhere in Kansas.


These two remind me of James Wright’s poem. Do you know it?

A Blessing 


Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, 

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. 

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies 

Darken with kindness. 

They have come gladly out of the willows 

To welcome my friend and me. 

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture 

Where they have been grazing all day, alone. 

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness   

That we have come. 

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. 

There is no loneliness like theirs.   

At home once more, 

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.   

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, 

For she has walked over to me   

And nuzzled my left hand.   

She is black and white, 

Her mane falls wild on her forehead, 

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear 

That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist. 

Suddenly I realize 

That if I stepped out of my body I would break 

Into blossom.
There. That’s enough horses for today. Back to work. 

Write With Me! Study Hall, Monday, July 25, 2016: Escape Valve Needed!

Living with two very large dogs and two busy humans sometimes leaves little room for writing. Big dogs don’t ask for attention, they demand.

So today, I’m headed to my favorite coffee house to do a little concentrated scene revision. In particular, I’m inserting some scene work about two characters’ favorite books and what they mean to them, and working the two bookstore cats into more scenes. In this way, a) I’m deepening the character descriptions; and b) creating continuity for readers. And what could be more fun than writing about favorite books and cats! (Of course, there will be some autobiographical choices of book favorites and memories about wonderful cats I have known, because I’m the author, and why not?)

So I’m off to Cup 0’Jones in Dodge City to sink into some deep writing. img_4497How about you? Please let us know what you’re up to today.

If you’ve been lurking for a while, check in, why don’t you? 

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