Embracing Writer’s Hygge
It is bleak midwinter, the days are short and dark, and the writing woes loom large. Rejections are piled up at your door thicker than the snowdrifts, the writer’s block is larger than the pyramids of Giza, or you just…
It is bleak midwinter, the days are short and dark, and the writing woes loom large. Rejections are piled up at your door thicker than the snowdrifts, the writer’s block is larger than the pyramids of Giza, or you just…
Although here in Boston winter took a long time coming, the temperature has finally plummeted and there’s actual snow on the ground. No more of that 40-degree pseudo-winter! Being a true New Englander, I always embraced winter with downhill skiing,…
“First Sunday in Ordinary Time…” Saturday evening. Five-o’clock mass. I am eight. Squished into a pew between one of my brothers and my mother. Half-listening to the priest while I watch the last of the slush drop off the rubber…
The January freeze is on here in New England. Perfect excuse to stay inside and get those fingers dancing across the keyboard with new stories or with revisions of the old ones. This week: writing prompts from song lyrics, how to…