so, no, I didn’t write on Monday. Brain overload, well, no, not that. It’s more like processing. I need to process the information. Sort of like marinating meat, i.e., marinate |ˈmarəˌnāt|verb [ trans. ]soak. Yep. That’s it. Soak. Soak in, through, around and go deep. One of the best things about the workshop with Cheryl Klein was the opportunity…
Month: April 2012
bookmapping…
Off to Asheville, North Carolina this morning. Home of the largest private house in America, Biltmore Estate, the Grove Park Inn with a world class spa, UNC Asheville, the only liberal arts college in the UNC system, and some of the funkiest stores downtown as well as a vibe that is straight out of 1960…
suspending disbelief…
…one of the coolest things to do on a Sunday afternoon is listen to someone talk about blood and gore and when a real forensic practitioner talks, well… April’s Murder We Write meeting brought in Senior Forensic practitioner Joanne Morrissey, who served with the Metropolitan Police Service in London for 17 years and is now in…
so. monday…
yep! Monday. Here’s a huge secret. I LOVE Mondays…I think they are the greatest day in the world. New. Bright. Shiny. With all kinds of possibilities. The Monday morning of my memory. It would be a cool California morning; dew on the lawn, a nip in the air. Crisp blue sky. No clouds. Me wearing…
superstition…
yes, what else would you talk about on Friday the 13th? Superstition, as a kid, was always more about the excitement of or the potential, like watching a scary movie. But as an adult I find superstition much harder to understand. Paraskevidekatriaphobia: [good word, no?] the fear of Friday the 13th. Wow! How fun. It’s…