Books ‘n Boots Soiree

Just back from the Fort Worth Bookfest's Books 'n Boots Soiree at Lou's Place on the Texas Wesleyan University campus, where I learned the following: "They say Fort Worth is where the West begins, but the fact of the matter is that Dallas is where the East just kind of peters out." I also got … Continue reading Books ‘n Boots Soiree

My mother brought home boxes of books . . .

My father worked up to three jobs to ensure our family never missed a meal. We weren't poor but neither were we wealthy or middle-class. Every so often my mother took a job to help make ends meet, including one at Gamma Phi Beta sorority at Northwestern University, where she worked as a cleaning woman … Continue reading My mother brought home boxes of books . . .


    Story, as it turns out, was crucial to our evolution--more so that opposable thumbs. Opposable thumbs let us hang on; story told us what to hang on to. Story is what enabled us to imagine what might happen in the future, and so prepare for it--a feat no other species can lay claim … Continue reading Story

Ella Minnow Pea Redux or, My keys won’ work

Computer problems. They happen. They happened to me last week. Bad ones, very bad. I acted with my usual grace under pressure, but I don't want to talk about them. I will, however, repost a story I first shared in 2010, about the first time my keyboard malfunctioned. I was preparing a post when it … Continue reading Ella Minnow Pea Redux or, My keys won’ work

“Hell on Wheels”: The Story of a Lethal Librarian

Excerpt from “Hell on Wheels” by Kathy Waller appears in MURDER ON WHEELS: 11 TALES OF CRIME ON THE MOVE, published by Wildside Press, 2015 Join Austin Mystery Writers for the launch of MURDER ON WHEELS at 7:00 p.m. on August 11, 2015, at BookPeople Bookstore, 6th and Lamar, Austin. Authors will read and sign. … Continue reading “Hell on Wheels”: The Story of a Lethal Librarian

My Gratitude List: 12 Items, Girdles Not Included

Make no mistake: I am grateful. For my husband, my family, parents who gave me a good start and kept on giving, my home, teachers, education, friends, time to use as I wish, the rights guaranteed to me by the Constitution, the freedom to pursue happiness, good health, and a host of other blessings. But … Continue reading My Gratitude List: 12 Items, Girdles Not Included

My Writing Writing Writing Day: Yeah, Right

In the previous post, I announced my intention to get up, go to BookPeople, write for an hour on a project of not-email and not-post (because Ramona DeFelice Long told me to), and get off the laptop by 7:00 p.m. Here's how the day went. At 8:00 a.m., I discovered Ernest experiencing grave digestive problems … Continue reading My Writing Writing Writing Day: Yeah, Right

The Cataract, the Vacuum Cleaner, and the Semicolon

This afternoon, I shall present myself at the ophthalmologist's office, where I will be measured, Valiumed up, awakened from a peaceful sleep on the waiting room sofa, cattle-prodded down the hall to the operating room, punctured, divested of a cataract, invested with a shiny new lens, wobbled back to the waiting room, and driven home, … Continue reading The Cataract, the Vacuum Cleaner, and the Semicolon

Belated Christmas and Midnight Romps

At Christmas play and make good cheer For Christmas comes but once a year.                             ~ Thomas Tusse David and I met friends Geoff and Emme at the Root Cellar yesterday morning for a belated Christmas breakfast. Our plan for a Christmas-David's Birthday-New Year's … Continue reading Belated Christmas and Midnight Romps

ROW80 01.08.12 and Excuses

Here's my progress report for the first week of January: On Tuesday, I attended Austin Mystery Writers. I had not submitted anything for critique, but I took a bit of the newsletter I was editing for CP to proof. My printer had cut off an inch or two on the right side of the document, … Continue reading ROW80 01.08.12 and Excuses

“The saddest words…,” or, “Who cares?”

We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.---Somerset Maugham After two days of letting A. A. Milne and Mark Twain do my thinking for me, I buckled down this evening and composed an essay about my experiences teaching high school English. Actually, I wrote about half of a draft … Continue reading “The saddest words…,” or, “Who cares?”

My Writing Day: Extremism in Defense of Liberty

Julia Cameron, in her book The Artist's Way, stresses the importance of both writing and playing. At the WLT Summer Writing Retreat, Karleen Koen reminded students of Cameron's Artist's Date—a weekly solo "adventure" to feed the soul and allow for continued creativity. Since leaving the retreat, I've been thinking about possibilities for my Artist's Dates. … Continue reading My Writing Day: Extremism in Defense of Liberty

ROW80 Wednesday 5/26 Report

I am too tired to speak of goals or progress. I will say that I got to bed by 11:00 p.m. two days in  a row, and that I'm about to make that three. I am still trying to come up with just the right way to begin Molly Chapter 5. That means, of course, … Continue reading ROW80 Wednesday 5/26 Report