Month: August 2012

Blue Moon + 3DNC = possibly mad declarations from this writer gal

Remember when I said that I was afraid to start this blog because I might post something stupid? Or something that would come back to “bite me in the ass?” This could well be one of those times. The moon is blue tonight.  The… Continue Reading “Blue Moon + 3DNC = possibly mad declarations from this writer gal”

Making Lists: Another 3day Novel Post

Trolling the Web these last few days, I’m meeting all manner of new 3day cohorts and finding some great advice/support/giggles. There’s a great to do list over on Damsel de Tech’s blog Makes me think about my own “final days” prep list. Keep trying… Continue Reading “Making Lists: Another 3day Novel Post”

Why I do the 3 Day Novel Contest…

People do the 3day for a lot of reasons. The first time I did it (2008), it was on a dare. My first novel, Mostly Happy, had just come out, published by Thistledown Press. It took me 6 years to complete. I completed the… Continue Reading “Why I do the 3 Day Novel Contest…”

…and speaking of trampling fear…

“I don’t run away from a challenge because I am afraid. Instead, I run towards it because the only way to escape fear is to trample it beneath your foot” ― Nadia Comaneci There’s this thing I do every labour day weekend called the… Continue Reading “…and speaking of trampling fear…”

“The revery alone will do…”

TO make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,— One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do If bees are few. -Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924. Well… I’m not on the prairie these days… but I am… Continue Reading ““The revery alone will do…””

“I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”

I am absolutely terrified, nay, let me say HORRIFIED by the very idea of this blog. Isn’t that interesting… I’m not really sure what I am so afraid of. Maybe…. Making a fool of myself by saying, or worse – WRITING, something stupid Posting… Continue Reading ““I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.””

Finding My Bearings Now

A post-dramatic approach to breast cancer

Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Cathy Standiford

Historical fiction, poetry, essays

Finding My Bearings Now

A post-dramatic approach to breast cancer

Starting Over

Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over

Ailish Sinclair

Stories and photos from Scotland

Cathy Standiford

Historical fiction, poetry, essays

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