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Turn the page…
An important and long-running chapter of my life came to a final final end this past week. After 33 years of stellar programming, the venerable Antioch Writers’ Workshop has closed its doors. I (and a few others) were all but certain at the end of the July 2018 summer session that the event wouldn’t happen…
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Some days the cave looks pretty good
One of the big problems with being “woke” is the growing number of causes, action groups, and issues that constantly clamor for attention. There are only so many hours in the day, so much energy, and so many active brain cells to give to any of those worthy activities. But as one of my fellow…
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Torn between two lovers
Sleek, high-tech, glass and steel Internet of Things (IoT), or wood and cotton and unplugged nature? “Feeling like a fool” might be a little strong, and while my daily conundrum isn’t quite as dramatic (or maudlin) as Mary McGregor’s song, it’s an oftimes awkward challenge. Hubby and I are geeks. Granted, I’m an amateur compared…
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Supporting casts matter – on the page, on screen, and in life
This week’s cast of characters started as “extras” on the page – several of them unexpected – but they each played an important role in making my stories more than a standard whodunitandhow. They give the murders a context, and a humanity, that is oft times lacking in the genre. Ah, the ex who won’t…
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An Oscar-worthy line-up, if I do say so myself
Have you ever tried casting your novel for the big screen? Which stars do you visualize for your characters? The first time I heard of that exercise, I was stumped. First, I’m not a movie buff, and I watch very little current TV…Great British Baking Show aside! But the challenge does force me to think…
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My personal cognitive dissonance? Pessimistic idealism
I’m guessing that buried somewhere in my genome is the heart of a sunny optimist, someone who always looks for the best in any situation and truly believes tomorrow will be better. Unfortunately (or not), life beat that predilection out of me pretty quickly. No, this isn’t a “poor me!” recitation; I don’t play the…