Category: Writing
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Where there is loss, there is love
Two days prior to Queen Elizabeth II and former CNN lead anchor Bernard Shaw shuffling off their mortal coils (as Shakespeare would say), my cousin Gregory passed away. My mother called me from Philadelphia to let me know – she didn’t want me to find out via social media (which has happened in the past).…
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Join me at Stockholm Writers Festival
Looking for a good reason to visit Stockholm, Sweden in August? I’ve got the best one for you – especially if you’ve got a book inside you that’s just itching to see the light of day – come join me at Stockholm Writers Festival 12-14 August.
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My wish list – Autumn 2015
This weekend, I am in Skåne in southern Sweden. It’s a beautiful place–especially here in Yngsjöstrand, near Åhus (famous as the birthplace for Absolute Vodka–and yes, the Absolut distillery is still here). Autumn has already arrived here in Sweden–the leaves are turning colors and the air is chilly, the days are shorter… and it’s…
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#SundayShare – from my WIP, Under the Milky Way
Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso. I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside…
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#SundayShare – from my WIP, Under the Milky Way
Belle was still curled in the same tight ball she slept in every night. No matter how many times I tried to massage away the thoughts that troubled her, she curled into herself, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other looped round her torso. I knew she was not yet accustomed to me beside…
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#SundayShare – From my current WIP, Under the Milky Way
As promised, here’s a snippet from Under the Milky Way. It’s unedited, so excuse any weirdness. 🙂 “Gus?” Gus blinked—his eyes were empty and lifeless at first, then something changed. The watery blue of his eyes darkened and then warmed. Her throat tightened—was it really him? Why had he not said he was coming home?…
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Brainstorming in Matera
Instead of spending Midsummer in Stockholm, I am in Matera, Italy brainstorming my next books with a great group of writers at the Locanda di San Martino. These amazing women have helped me figure out how to get past some road blocks that were keeping me from moving forward with my new WIP, Under the…
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A sprained ankle and other updates…
There’s a reason I no longer play sports and concentrate on writing: I have *zero* coordination. Today, while walking, I managed to sprain my ankle. I stepped on what looked like a pretty solid piece of pavement with a bit of gravel on it–turned out to be a pile of gravel–and my foot went in…
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Flash Fiction: Starry Night
Yesterday, Mel Bynum posted this image in the WRITE Now group on Facebook and challenged us to write a story. This is the flash fiction I came up with. Hope you like it. Every night she followed the path into the forest and didn’t stop until she was at the very spot where, on his…
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Black and white in love–or why I write about interracial relationships
In July it will be twenty years since I left the United States behind and embarked on an adventure in the name of love in Scandinavia. I only knew a handful of people here–the man I was in love with and his family. At the time, it never occurred to me that this was not…