Archive for Poems & Ponderings, my previous blog:

Mother - May - I ?
Thursday, May 2, 2013

Twizzler Moments
Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Notes from a Sparrow
Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Message in a Bottle
Monday, January 28, 2013

September Already?!?!?!?
Saturday, September 15, 2012

May 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012

June 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011

May 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011

April 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011

March 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011

January 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011

December 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010

November, 2010

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September Already?!?!?!?

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Hmmm....I opened this blog to update it and realize that I never posted my last update.....It’s now OCTOBER ALREADY!!!!!!!! time seems to be swishing by in great waves of vibrant color. Summer has receded ~ the last pepper has been picked and tender plants have been brought inside. Porches are dotted with orange pumpkins, and the surrounding mountains are ablaze. We’ve had a few warm fall days, but on closer look, some of the trees are already bare. I’ve even heard people talk of a few flakes falling ~ winter must be shaking out her down comforter. Some mornings I feel the cough of her cold breath.

My newest book ~ still untitled ~ is scheduled for publication in the fall of 2013. I’m working on some final edits but have already begun to notice a small tug. Soon my characters will begin their lives away from me.

When I write, I spend so much time with my characters that they have a tangible presence. When they leave for short visits with my editor, I don’t miss them too much because I know they’ll return with more stories and deeper possibilities (I have a wonderful editor)...I look forward to brushing them off and listening to what they have to say. I’ll spend hours writing and rewriting. When my characters go on short editorial excursions, I shop or clean the house (!). I bake, or read, or start home projects...all the while, my characters remain close in my thoughts. As I shop or scrub, I wonder what stories they’ll bring back from their visit to New York.

Later today, I’m expecting my editor to return my manuscript. We’ve already determined that this will probably be a final edit.

Leaves turn. Time rushes by in great waves of vibrant color. Who will keep me company when winter comes?