The evolution of a novel (3)
… or how East Rising Sun morphs into The Admiral’s Wife. I left off with my wonderful colleagues at Lake Union suggesting I weave a historical thread into the contemporary
March 20, 2018
… or how East Rising Sun morphs into The Admiral’s Wife. I left off with my wonderful colleagues at Lake Union suggesting I weave a historical thread into the contemporary
We left East Rising Sun firmly tucked in the digital equivalent of a bottom drawer as I worked on a historical novel titled Lies Told in Silence. The writing journey
No doubt some authors conceive a novel, create a brief outline then write full steam ahead. The Admiral’s Wife, my current WIP, is not such a novel. At the beginning,
A novel doesn’t write itself, I said to my mother the other day. Of course not, you say. But there’s more to this sentiment than the obvious. A novel needs
Last Sunday my husband and I hosted a dinner with two other couples – an annual tradition that has been going on for close to twenty years. The three women
While Canadian Thanksgiving is in October, I thought I’d use the occasion of US Thanksgiving to articulate some of the things I’m grateful for. The list could be much longer
It began like this. “We should do another bike trip,” my husband said a year ago. “Mm hmm,” I replied. “Before we get too old,” he added. Too old? Surely, mid-sixties
More photos from our trip to France, which is sadly almost over. Back to porridge and old clothes as my husband’s grandmother would say. Overall, we saw chateaus built from
Dear readers … all sorts of things going on here in Tod-land. Some on the writing front and others on the home front, so I’m taking a break from the
In a slim volume of selections from Gift From the Sea, where Anne Morrow Lindbergh muses on self, soul, woman’s life and purpose, I found the following: … the answer
The historical fiction author behind A Writer of History...
