Category Archives: positivity; grace; light
Letter to Self
Dear Nancy, What can I tell you that, deep inside, you already know? The world is a rough place. Find the beauty. It is what will save you. The fear you feel at the publication of a new book is … Continue reading
Dear Sir
Dear Sir, I love you, and now you are gone, and I didn’t tell you I love you before you disappeared. That’s because when you were here, I did not love you. In fact, you were always annoying to me, … Continue reading
The Woo At Work
Writing a novel is messy. It’s a willful entrance into the unknown. It’s uncomfortable and weird and it feels wrong a lot of the time, especially in the beginning. And then one day you notice a gathering of clouds just … Continue reading
Living in Fear
I have been living in fear. I am afraid of my public life. I am afraid of what it might mean to be known for what I do and recognized. I am afraid of what it might mean to not … Continue reading
Why Are You Reading This Blog?
Hello. You again. At the risk of breaking all the rules of blogdom, I have to ask, why are you here? What do you hope to gain? Is there some grain of wisdom you seek that has not shown itself … Continue reading
Failure
Dear Abby and Karen, Today for some reason, I am thinking about failure. The failure of a book to sell well. The failure of a book to be published. The failure to complete a book. The failure to even write … Continue reading
Skin
Dear Nancy, Dear Heloise: These last two weeks have been a light-filled respite for me. I’ve been by the sea, with birds and horses and waves and distance, and I’ve had time, at last, to clear away the cobwebs, the … Continue reading
Amazon and Hatchette
Dear Karen – I feel raw and tender, like I will burst at one more piece of sad news. Upheaval. Wars. Bombs. Animals and people being tortured and hurt. Children killed. Mass murder. Rape. Suicide. Trees being cut down and … Continue reading
Darkness and Light
Dearest Nancy: I also love laughter. Like you, humor, hilarity are the sweet underbelly of the world that keep me going. How I long to laugh. To eat those orange circus peanuts and watch silly movies and laugh so hard … Continue reading