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Come with Me to Touch the Sky
Come with me to touch the sky, You need not travel far and wide. I’m here, with you, wherever you go— Though this you probably already know. No words are needed for you and I, We’ve said our hellos; we’ve said our goodbyes— But on the rare chance that you can’t fly, Just look above, and touch the sky. I wrote this poem a while ago. Some folks despise rhyming poetry and prefer the more free-flowing style. While I enjoy that type of poetry as well, I’m a big fan of the rhyme—it’s probably all those years I was in love with Dr. Seuss as a child and the poetry…
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My Writing Space
I have to be inspired by my space when I write. Period. End of sentence. And while I’m still drooling over the notion of a writing shed in the back yard (dream on…dream on), I’m warming to my home office. It is by no means done; I’m still searching for a chandelier to replace the fan, and curtains might add a nice touch at some point, along with a cozy guest chair to sit near the bookshelf. However, we’ve been in the house for eight months now, and I’m more inspired in there than I have been. The walls are a Tiffany blue, with built-in desks and countertops; there is…
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The New Thing: Writing About Baseball (And love. And death.)
It’s quite a combination, I know. Taking the subject of baseball and rolling it into a novel women will want to read. Women’s fiction…contemporary romance…and baseball? Who is she kidding? one might ask. Here’s the thing: I’m finally up for the challenge. At about 35,000 words already written for the novel (BENEATH THE MIMOSA TREE was 59,000 words), I am making some serious headway with the main character I like, but who has some issues to overcome. Incidentally, she works in professional baseball. And that’s about all I’ll say right now. It’s taken me years to write a novel with baseball as one of its “characters,” just as New York…
