Here in Seattle, the days are long but the sun is gentle. It is Outdoor Season and Outdoor Season means we are enjoying ourselves.
That said, this month hasn't been without difficulty. Family health problems and unexpected travels mean that I've been more stressed and worn down than I'd like to be. I've been writing as much as possible, and that helps, but it's a busy end to the school year and, if I'm honest, a hard one. I've needed a few extra beach walks by myself, and luckily, my loving partner makes sure I get this time. I'm grateful.
On a recent beachcombing walk, I found the waterfront absolutely packed with newly released college students and newly drunken tourists. The place was teeming. Not to sound too curmudgeonly, but I prefer an empty beach. Or, you know, one with just a few souls. The racket of a packed beach is... less soothing. So I wandered, a bit blue and bitter, an…
If you don't have much experience with the publishing industry, you might be wondering what having an agent means. The key point is that having a literary agent, a *good* literary agent is one of the most important steps on the path to selling and publishing a book. It's also one of the hardest to achieve. Agents are flooded with queries and sample chapters year round. They have to A) absolutely love a story and B) think they have a good chance of selling it, before they can offer representation to an author. When I queried Sara with TOUGH, my middle grade science fiction project, I knew the odds were slim to none that she'd pick it up. But she did. And with that YES, my life as a writer is on a new and thrilling path.
Sara is an accomplished and well-respected professional in her field. …
I hope this post finds you well and journeying into the new year with relative ease. I'm feeling okay, though I admit I'm still deeply troubled by the headlines. I'm doing my best to keep my gaze fixed on action, beauty, and art, but I can sense Panic prowling nearby, a hungry old cat. Not that I would deny my fear. I think she just needs to settle by the fire instead of attacking my feet, if you know what I mean.
In more cheerful news, this morning, as I paused in the garden near my children's school, I noticed a definite shift in the air. The birds must have noticed it too because they were out in abundance, chattering and clamouring away in the green cedars and barren oaks.
Winter is still with us, but a long, slow thaw is beginning to relax the land. The ground is softening.
The wind is not quite as sharp.
The ice is melting.
As my little corner of the world slowly transforms over the coming weeks and months, and as our country and world tr…