Category Archives: Writing

Over the Garden Wall​

Her voice rolls over the garden wall, a sun shower of laughter follows, and that is the moment I realize she’s in love. For weeks now, her voice has drifted into my sheltered garden like a windblown seed. Only the … Continue reading

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Write Time

I have this idea I need hours to write, with no interruptions, whether it is a novel or a short story: time to revisit the story, get into the main character’s head, go deep emotionally. But it’s not possible to … Continue reading

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Lift Off

After months (actually, years) of deliberation and a few chapters scribbled here and there about a character I’m fond of, I made a commitment last week to embark on my next novel. When I began my first novel, my enthusiasm and … Continue reading

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Snowdrops in London

I’ve been waiting for February, snowdrop season, so I could write about my first visit to the Chelsea Physic Garden almost three years ago. That day, in spite of a blustery London rainstorm, I was determined to find the garden … Continue reading

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Running and Balance

Over the past few months I’ve written about slowing down, being mindful and the value in taking a pause. I write about these things because my inclination is to rush about. I thought I was doing well, had balanced the rushing … Continue reading

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