My next book of Ysabel the Summoner is set deep underwater in the realm of mermaids. Their dark world is lit by bioluminescent creatures. The jellyfish can be gorgeous: This is a siphonophore, a colony of hundreds of jellies living along a central core. The fireworks display are the toxic, bioluminiscent tentacles used toContinue reading “In the deep”
It’s raining heavily this morning. The gutters are overflowing and it sounds like I’m living under a waterfall. I feel hammered by the rain. I can’t focus, my current story feels overworked, and I’m tired of my characters. I’m experiencing letdown after sending out query letters for Queen of Incense. Five days later, I’ve receivedContinue reading “Perseverance, or do I hafta?”
I read a recent Esquire interview with Michael Keaton and was struck by his comment on being authentic, of his efforts to create something original: “Over the years, I think, people—actors, writers, whatever—lose their frame of reference. Their frame of reference is based on somebody else who did this or did that. Performances. So itContinue reading “Writing authentically”
We’ve been to: Florence, Gaston, Forest Grove, Yamhill Vernonia, Damascus, Gresham, West Linn, Hillsboro, Yachats, Aurora, North Plains, Sisters, Milwaukie, Cottage Grove, Lebanon, Oregon City, Canby, Corbett, Redmond. We’ve been everywhere. It’s about time to slip on a pair of red shoes, click my heels and proclaim there’s no place like home.
Finding that next home is not as easy as I thought it would be. I was smart; I researched properties carefully using Zillow, compiled a list that took us to areas within a 30-mile distance to Portland, and off we went. It’s been a wild chase. We’ve learned that a gentle slope means a steepContinue reading “Finding the next home”