10,703 words written (its too early for a title)

its been quite a journey these last 9 days. i’m still committed to finish thought i’m about 5,000 words behind the target. here’s an exert from today’s writing: “I agreed to no pills under duress,” she called to him from the bathroom. “Duress or no, it is a verbal contract that you are bound to.”…

only 42, 647 words to go

i still have no idea what this novel is about…but here’s an exert from today’s writing (warning it has nothing to do with today’s election): Alec’s green eyes met Roxie’s nearly black ones. The look on his face was one of longing and tenderness. Roxie realized this was not a game for him. He was…

day 5 of nanowrimo and i’m 3,023 words behind

well, the madness has started. and i have unreasonably driven myself a little bit loco about the writing process. i started my novel on november 1st and promptly discarded it as trash november 2nd. which meant that on november 3rd i had all of 773 words written of something i kind of sort of liked….

midnight train rides, honey wine, africans and my bastard nose

the last time i drank an entire bottle of honey wine was on the train between verona and florence. i was headed back to the villa from visiting my uncle and his family. after a weekend away i wasn’t quite sure what felt more like home, my uncle’s off base apartment or the villa with…

nerd girl pep talk (the word is courage)

someone once called me a jackie of all trades. i thought it was a compliment until i began to overanalyze (a past-time of mine) the sentiment. in my life i’ve had opportunity to do many things. i’ve studied abroad, self published books, consulted with major industry and lead. there are a lot of things that…

mr. lindsay’s boy albert

my grandfather is still on my mind. i remember a story he told often about what it was like meeting his own father for the very first time when he was 27 years old. he was born in 1919 so when he met his father in 1946 he had already worked for nearly 20 years…

in his words…how my grandfather remembered his mother

my father‘s father was an orphan. his mother died when he was only 3 years old. he was raised by his uncle and his wife. he was born in 1919 and his life was unimaginable. he was schooled until the 3rd grade and then sent into the coal mines to work. he used to tell…

Trust to Faith as Rain to the Rainbow

As much as we want to make trust about what has been done to for about and by us…as much as we would like to redirect the responsibility onto others and wait in shadows for them to prove our theories of the world as safe versus the world as not safe…I contend that trust and…