It was 2008. My father had died unexpectedly, as I held his hand, barely twenty-four hours after I arrived in India. It was a trip I had planned for some time.
The truth is, I've never been to a real writers retreat, although whenever I visit my mother, it feels like a retreat.
I climb the narrow attic stairs to my secret writing retreat. I find myself humming that wonderful line of Cinderella's song, "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can b
Between two volcanoes almost to the Oregon border in Northern California. On my left, Mount Shasta, on my right Mount Lassen. Inspiration from generations of railroad families and Native Americans.
A café near the Leidseplein in downtown Amsterdam, where I conceived my first novel.
The Writing Muse finds me in the most unlikely of places - laundromats, showers, commuter trains and even
By mid June of 2006 I had already undergone six weeks of radiation treatments, which included carrying a chemo pump that was attached to my body through a needle inserted into a port surgically ins
I like to write on a variety of topics, so my inspiration comes from many places, people, and things. My favorite writing retreat, however, is the trail.
There are people everywhere, everywhere
steping on my feet
crowding my tweets
i want to stop
for a moment of solitude
so i can catch a thought
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