Monthly Archives: August 2011

For most of the day, I sat in my backyard writing.  Boise summer warmth relaxed my morning muscles.  Birds chirped, chattered, and hummed.  Hummingbirds, fueling up for their _____ -mile migration to Mexico  visited the feeders every ten or 15 minutes, it … Continue reading →

In college, I took a memoir-writing class. At that time, I did not even know about a genre called memoir. I loved the class and did well at it. In fact, the full-length book I am working on today began … Continue reading →

What does it feel like to send a book proposal that has taken months to write to a literary agent AT HER REQUEST? The answer is incredible! Completing my proposal and first chapter after this much time is a tremendous … Continue reading →

Since I know it happens to writers all the time, I shall be transperant and share with my readership that I am doubting my ability to do this.  Do what? To write this book well enough.  I’ve written the book … Continue reading →

Corn Bread, Black-Eyed Peas, and Turnip Greens Chapter Seven 1974 – 1975 Back home, with King and Josh running alongside, I rode my bike in a neighborhood I would not have ventured into without my dogs.  People stared at the … Continue reading →