Move over, Cyd Charisse

I received a phone call last week from Lucia Zimmitti, an editor who spoke at the Texas Trail Writers Roundup this spring. In mid-July, I'd sent her the first five pages of my manuscript. She reported that she'd read them and that they're ready for query. She said she believes agents who read them will … Continue reading Move over, Cyd Charisse

An Ever-widening Wilderness

Okay. Enough of this sweetness-and-light, writing-is-my-life, revising-is-a-glorious-process, retreats-are-so-inspiring, the-daily-miracle-will-come baloney. Writing stinks. Last night, no matter how hard I tried to make the technician at the other end of the line understand that the problem was caused by a short in the ground wire on the keyboard, and was surely related to the March 30 … Continue reading An Ever-widening Wilderness

Back from camp

I'm home from the Texas Mountain Trail Writers Writing Round-up. Post-retreat blues--why do retreats have to end?--have lifted. Fatigue from hauling suitcase, duffel bag, and a stack of books halfway across Texas and back has vanished. Euphoria from seeing a basket filled with real homemade biscuits sitting beside a pot of gravy has settled. Delight … Continue reading Back from camp

Tea gowns and white linen

The Just for the Hell of It Writers leave tomorrow morning for the Texas Mountain Trail Writers 19th Annual Writing Round-up. We'll stay two nights at Paisano Baptist Encampment near Alpine, where the retreat will be held. Then we'll stay another night in Alpine and head home Monday morning. I'll save the program for a … Continue reading Tea gowns and white linen

Letting the miracle happen

I ended an earlier post with the sentence, "There's a hole I have to write myself out of." Parse that and you'll find it equal parts wish, bravado, pretense, and humbug. I had no idea how to write myself out of that hole. I thought I'd have to scrap "A Day in the Life of … Continue reading Letting the miracle happen

Wormwood, wormwood

I told a little fib in that last post. I said that before the Texas Mountain Trail Writers retreat in early April, I have to write a 500-word story. The truth is, I don't have to. It's optional. Then why do I put myself through this torture? I do it because retreat participants will get … Continue reading Wormwood, wormwood