The past few months have been as filled with writerly activities as this year's autumn has been filled with glorious colors. I participated in several author events and taught workshops at two writing contests. I traveled several hundred miles around western and central Pennsylvania, meeting people in Pittsburgh, Bedford, New Wilmington, Volant, and Hermitage. In mid-October I made a weekend trip to Erie to teach two workshop...
It seems impossible, but so far 2018 has been busier than 2017. I was forced to miss some of my scheduled events due to a concussion and family needs, but the rest of the year should continue as planned.
What I missed: Sadly I had to miss the Altoona Book Festival. I suffered a concussion in an accident two days before the event and was unable to make the trip. I also had to miss the West PA Book Festival because my fami...
There's been a lot happening on Saturdays the past six weeks. A lot.
It started with The Authors' Zone writing conference held in Pittsburgh on September 10, 2016. I made some good connections there and found inspiration. I learned a few things, too, which is always good.
Then, on October 1, I participated in a "Meet the Authors" book signing event hosted by Leana's Books & More at Shenango Valley Mall in Hermitage, PA. I...
Time sure flies when you are busy. Since I last posted, I had TWO books published by Tree Shadow Press. The are the same book, but one (Pages: A Library Play) in English and the other (Páginas: Un Cuento de Bibliotecas) in Spanish. They are available at Amazon, Kindle, Barnes & Noble online, and other online bookstores.
I've been working closely with Tree Shadow Press on several other projects, too.
Writing is a solitary task. Each writer has to create their own design when rearranging the words of our language into new and interesting patterns that we call "stories" or "poems" or whatever other form you choose to use.
Sometimes I think about the fact that there are only twenty-six letters in our alphabet. We depend on these few curvy lines to make all of our words. All of them.
Thanks to two surgeries I am typing (and everything else) left-handed for the past week. The stitches come out just before Christmas, then at least three more weeks of "don't use it" and physical therapy. I am right-handed, so not much is getting done. Hopefully the results will be worth the pain and suffering.
On the other hand, it's made me appreciate the people in my life a lot more than I already did.
What happens when you write a play about libraries set IN a library?
You have it performed IN a library...what else?
Last night, after far too few rehearsals, I had the privilege (honor? headache?) of not only seeing my play “Pages: A Library Tale”* come to life, but I also directed and produced it. The past few weeks have been a little bit stressful and a whole lot of chaos, but in the end, it was worth it.
Eight women retreating from the chaos of their everyday lives to the peacefulness of a country farmhouse. We wrote. We explored the farm. We wrote. We saw animals wild and mild. We wrote. We ate some. We wrote. We drank some. We wrote. We shared and made new friendships. Did I mention that we wrote? We wrote.