I was not a kid who read a ton though I spent a lot of time in my own head. An old family friend sent me this picture which she said was taken when I was around 11.
Do I look like a writer? Did I know then what dark halls my mind would lead me down?
Is it over yet?
Has 2020 been the longest year on record? Or does it just feel that way? I’m ready to call this year quits. How about you? Then, the dark part of my brain thinks, Oh, God. What if 2021 is worse??
The seed
With book two of the Badlands Thriller Series done and in editing, I find myself looking back at where it started. Here I am in the fall of 2015, on my first visit to North Dakota. It felt like outer space. Still does a bit. But what a great place for an edgy thriller…
Best intentions
Today, I set out to do research for my next book. Instead, I binged the entire first season of Emily in Paris. Worth it? Most definitely.
Celebrating the draft
Soon, there will be edits and rewrites and another book to write. But today, I celebrate the completion of book two of the Badlands Thriller Series, Far Gone. With blue champagne, to boot.
Grown kids
We’ve been taking our kids camping since we moved to Montana twenty years ago. Is it possible this will be our last year? Two in college…
#sistertalk
My sister visited Montana and we put together a whole bunch of videos, including some #sistertalk. Go over to videos and check us out. These videos were so much fun to create and I think they’re pretty fun to watch, too!
When writing is business...
For me, the process of writing a book is a combination of faith and persistence. It’s just me, alone at my desk. But when the book is done and the publisher gets involved, it becomes business. Which means things have to be done on a schedule. Sometimes on a gorgeous summer weekend day.
Ode to COVID
Ode to #COVID
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Oh, Corona, your UNTAMED virus is a RUTHLESS GAME that puts us in GRAVE DANGER. You make us fear we’ll lose SOMEONE WE KNOW. Even with a healthy family, I feel, WITHOUT FAIL, that I am a BAD MOTHER when everyone is SO SAD TODAY and THE HOURS pass while NO ONE KNOWS what BIG MAGIC will give us ONE CLEAN SHOT to end this thing.
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I’ve always been a TRUE BELIEVER in appreciating LITTLE LOVELY THINGS and running a FUN HOME, but we’re NORMAL PEOPLE, Mr. Co19, and it would be A MERCY to go to a party with friends. You have left us thinking those days are LONG AND FARAWAY GONE and we will be BRAVING THE WILDERNESS alone, sneaking out in the COLD SILENCE because we have EVERYTHING TO LOSE if we EXPOSE each other.
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For my daughter, life without friends is HER EVERY FEAR and my WAYWARD SON, who was ON THE COME UP and at SUCH A FUN AGE, is now like a STRANGER IN THE LAKE. I tell them THE HERO IS YOU, but I don’t think they buy it and now it takes everything to EXCISE them from their rooms.
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ALL WE EVER WANTED was to send them off to college before Montana’s next WHITE OUT. Instead, they are in the DEAD CENTER of this strange time you have created, Mr C. Virus. It will surely go down as a DARK PASSAGE to adulthood, as they are CHASING DARKNESS you have planted in their heads.
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At least we are here BENEATH A SCARLET SKY, in Montana. I only pray our love of this place and each other doesn’t EXPIRE before we can break THE CHAIN of your nasty concoction. To conquer you, oh shameless infector 19, we shall have to go BIRD BY BIRD, try not to behave like A CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES, believe that things will get BETTER and have faith that, despite you, oh Covid19, THE THREE MARTINI PLAYDATE is in our future.
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And on that glorious day, when we have eradicated you, we might very well have a fourth 🍸. And perhaps a 5th as well...
Book stack challenge
Book events in COVID
People are reading more. That’s the good news. The bad news is there are no events, no readings, no author meet and greets. I miss people.
