Today marks the 1 year anniversary of the last day of the 2016 Muskoka Novel Marathon. It was a great marathon for me...after the first 24 hours of non-productivity fog melted off the lake of the weekend and the sun came out to burn off the dense terrifying nothingness that clung to my creativity like… Continue reading Postcards from the End – MNM2016
Sometimes, in the life of an author, the echo of silence is so severe it scorches. The armor one must wear to be a writer is, at times, debilitating. Even with 5 novels published and readily available for consumption, I'm, for the most part, an unread author. Don't get me wrong, I'm not here… Continue reading Everyday Camino, Everyday MNM…
I have been madly editing my latest novel, I WILL TELL THE NIGHT. Having just completed it a week or so ago, it is material that should be fresh in my mind. But it isn't. Not at all. It's actually quite frightening to be reading along and have no idea what's coming up WHEN YOU… Continue reading I Will Tell the Night – But I Won’t Remember It.
A 3-Day Diary of a Writer Once in Stasis (Before I proceed, just so we're all on the same page, the Merriam-Webster definition of stasis--- "a state or condition in which things do not change, move, or progress". So, that is where I stood as a writer prior to July and between July end… Continue reading The Things Writers Do To Themselves – Or, That Day I Didn’t Actually Finish My Manuscript
A writer is sometimes lost and sometimes found. And quite often it's a monumental moment that causes the shift between those two delicately interconnected worlds to occur. This weekend, I had one of those moments. I am found. I swear, sometimes it seems a writer's life is made up of a series of gifts, miracles,… Continue reading I Will Tell the Night – Muskoka Novel Marathon 2016 Best Adult Novel Award!
My first Muskoka Novel Marathon in 2007 was essentially a religious experience. From the drive up to Huntsville to the drive to the Kawarthas after I partook of the 48hr version of the marathon. It was all a haze of Kool-aid drinking meditating worshipping wonder. I was sold. I was a convert. I had found… Continue reading The Summing Up – After the Marathon