C for Cougar

Do animals, or animal spirits show up in your world?  They do in Marie's: There are cougars in the mountains. I’d heard that. Was I about to become someone’s dinner? Well that would teach me, wouldn’t it? I strained my eyes and patted the ground around me feeling for a rock. Maybe I could throw... Continue Reading →

B for “buries”

It's a red letter day as Mary Lynne's Dream goes live and is available for purchase here. Prologue   Mary Lynne, they called her long before she lost her way. Some nights, when all is dark and deep, she hears her name carried on the wind: “Mary Lynne, Mary Lynne”. She buries her head under... Continue Reading →

X is for xiphisternum

To all my writer friends, you're welcome.  The next injury someone in one of your novels might incur could be to their xiphisternum! What is that, you ask? Well, I was going to make you look it up. But you have more important things to do. It is the lowermost segment of the sternum. Now, GET... Continue Reading →

S is for Sarah Potter

I've been following Sarah's blog for many years. Her blog, appropriately, is titled Sarah Potter Writes and write, she does. Sarah writes quirky novels, speculative flash fiction, haiku and tanka. One of her books is sitting in my TBR (to be read) pile right now. Sarah will tell you "Whatever I blog about, my aim... Continue Reading →

L is for L.T. Marshall

Note: I'm a great believer in doing things in a way that makes sense to me. I've blogged for many years. I post on my blog in the evening. Well, except for this month of April when the push has been on to get the post done and announce the link in various places each... Continue Reading →

L is for laudable

I am a huge fan of WordPress for their ease of creating a new blog, having it look the way you like and also for how easy and quick it is for readers to comment. You would think doing the A to Z Challenge would be difficult.  How to find 26 writers to feature?  The... Continue Reading →

J is for Judith Baxter

One of the first things I checked on, when moving down to Ecuador, was the distance between Cuenca and Wellington. New Zealand, that is.  Those of you who know where this is going, can stop laughing. Right now! My friend Judith lives there and, in my geographically challenged mind, I just knew that it would... Continue Reading →

I am a writer!

I am a writer. When taxi drivers, here in Cuenca, ask me: “Estás jubilado?” (isn’t that a marvelous word for retired?), I respond: “soy un escritor.” I am a writer. I have been writing since I left home at 14. Before that, I had no privacy and no awareness, really, of how vital it was... Continue Reading →

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