slipping into the skin of another

June is a month of parties, it seems, and I think my visitor believes that not only is life picture perfect but an endless stream of garden parties. Trays of colorful and delicious… Read More →

the chef and the perfect pitch

My fingers hurt, from too much writing, I suppose. I am finally peering around the corner in search of an agent for novel número uno which is ready to spread its wings and… Read More →

kings and sparkly crowns

A former governor of New Jersey was in the news today, for donning a disguise and becoming a mentally-ill homeless man during a long night spent on the floor of a Newark shelter.… Read More →

the like girl and the tasting menu

My daughter cannot speak without inserting the word like between every three or four words. They all do, her friends. Even I find myself saying it… like this, like that. I notice it… Read More →

editing, reading and lavender tutus

Two thirds of the way through. 59,677 words. 333,027 characters. The third (fourth? fifth?) edit. I’ve lost count. I’m at that stage where I think I have rewritten every paragraph, every word, every… Read More →

lost books and pleasing

A Letter to… you. Today I was missing lost books. Particularly the full set of Anais Nin’s diaries which I bought with my babysitting money. How I would love to read them again…ah… Read More →

galloping bareback in the dark

I find I approach this blog often in a very measured, thoughtful way. Not that I coddle my words, but I do try to gather myself before I open its pages and begin… Read More →

writers are robbers and miners

The novel I’m reading, which is at the top of the literary buzz list, was written by someone I went to college with way back when, Jeffrey Eugenides. Reading his novel The Marriage… Read More →

the messiness of power and nanowrimo

This week has been one of haves and have nots, in our case we were fortunate to be of the latter, on the sunny side of the street which retained power, while our… Read More →

a book is an author alone in a room…

I am in literary love with this man I know little about. I still haven’t read any of his books, although I intend to. He’s also making a movie, or so I’ve surmised… Read More →