Learning to write like I run

Pull on the shorts, the t-shirt and the runners. Head out the door. Put one foot in front of the other. Again and again. At its core, running has an attractive simplicity to it. If only writing were … [Read more...]

Rosanne and the Muse

I have retreated to the country, where I await the muse. I write this at a table in a cabin overlooking a pond, dappled with rings from soft drops of rain. A family of ducks is dawdling in the reeds. … [Read more...]

Fresh Tracks

On this mild day in early winter, the snowfall is still perched lightly on the bent blades of grass. It won't be like this for long but today the snow is ornamental, a decorative addition to the … [Read more...]