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I take for granted that I can sit, whenever I want, and write whatever I like, and then publish it. Of course I censor myself, as far as language and appropriateness are concerned. I am not wanting to offend. But, I am free to have my own opinions and ideas. In many places this is … Continue reading Freedom and Writing
Stephen King warns of waiting for your muse to present themselves when you are ready to sit down and write. According to him..."he's a hardheaded guy who's not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering...Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon. Or … Continue reading The Elusive Muse
Writing is a solitary activity. Spending hours with your computer and your thoughts can be both joyous and lonely at the same time. I really enjoy sitting in my memories, untangling the meaning of my existence. However, there is an energy exchange which happens with people. This reciprocity is, for me, an essential element of … Continue reading Filling Your Cup
Last week Stu and I watched the movie Women Talking. We had a particular interest in the movie, as it was based on the book of the same name, written by Miriam Toews. Miriam Toews was born in Steinbach, Manitoba (Canada) a child of Mennonite parents. Stu grew up in Landmark, Manitoba, a 20 minute … Continue reading The Changing Voice of Writing
Writing a book is an interesting challenge. Some of the difficulties were expected. Some not at all. Overall, I am relishing in the task. It is pushing me out of my comfort zone and demanding of my focus. My brain is enjoying the everyday arduous workout. Being stretched around concepts, being forced to look critically … Continue reading This Writing Life
When I decided to take a year off work to write a book, it felt like a leap of faith. It still does. It's a risk, but one that, so far, I am so happy I took. I am relishing sitting in the space of my memories. Surprised by what is coming up and wants … Continue reading The Story So Far…
As some readers will know, 10 years ago my late husband, Michael committed suicide. To say it was life changing would be an understatement. Six years ago, I met Stu. Equally as life changing, in a vastly more enjoyable way. Stu is Canadian and played ice hockey for many years. On a recent trip to … Continue reading Project 11 and Hockey
Sitting in my space I have made to write in this year, I am filled with excitement, anxiety and anticipation. This is the year I have carved out to write. Something I have dreamed of doing since I was a child. Having recently turned 50, I have finally decided to shrug off the self-doubt, the … Continue reading 2023 A Year of Writing
