Monthly Archives: February 2012

Take a Leap, Win a Free Book

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Now that my website is up and running, I want people to know about it. You can help me by mentioning the website and this giveaway somewhere on the web. In return, I’ll put your name in a mixing bowl. (I’m not much of a hat person.) On leap day, I’ll draw two names. One winner will receive a personalized copy of Cups Held Out, the other will win a personalized copy of Julia’s Words.

To get your name in the mixing bowl, simply write in the comment box  where you mentioned my website and giveaway. Make sure you let me know where I can reach you. Thanks for playing!

Get your name in the bowl

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The Writing Window

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I’m a roaming writer. If it’s summertime, I’ll write on the enclosed porch where there’s the most light. If I have to reorganize a novel, I’ll write in the living room with papers spread out all over the floor. If I have time at work, I’ll open a notebook and start. But the place where I spend most of my time writing these days is upstairs in the computer room. Because now I have a writing window.

The computer room used to have one long window looking out on the river. It was not uncommon to find me seated before the computer but leaning the other way, trying to see out the window. I needed a view. I needed the serenity and beauty of the flowing river to fill my writing soul.

We talked about putting in more windows. Then the windows appeared on a trip to the home store. Returns at a third of the price. They called to us and we answered. Now we have a bank of three windows on that wall, letting in glorious light. But my favorite window is the one I sit in front of while I’m writing. A slight shift of my eyes to the left, and there’s my river, filling me up.

Easter Poem

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The most memorable way I ever learned that my poem had been published and wasn’t languishing in a file was during a music festival. My husband and I were lounging on the ground, waiting for another concert to begin. I opened the magazine we’d gotten on our entrance to the festival  and paged through it. And there it was, my poem I’d submitted to Cornerstone Magazine which they’d accepted two years later. Here it is:

 

Easter Poem