Feeling a fraud…

I've been talking with my galpals about this creeping sense of fear we all experienced at one point or another. It's that feeling that you are merely playacting in your role, that sooner or later you are going to be caught out and proven to be completely inadequate. The funny thing is that it happens…

Writing and waiting, writing and waiting

Writers know about time passages. There's the percolation time as stories germinate in the mind, root around for a bit, finally reach their little tendrils into the light. Then there's the expanding/contracting time of writing the story - magical as it whisks by when the writing goes well, dragging on when the ideas don't flow…

Autumn Leaves

I love this time of year. I love the winds, the walking in the woods, the sight of leaves spiralling down to the ground like the snowflakes that alas must follow. Took Chutney for a walk through out ravine this morning and the beech leaves were floating around in circles, dancing with delight. We really are…