Peopling worlds. That’s what we writers do, isn’t it? I’m no longer sailing Mexican waters or dropping anchor in some exotic spot. Some mornings, I
An interesting blogger decided to follow Sea Venture’s Journey (my sailing blog). Being the curious sort, I wandered over to see what I could see
This is not only very funny, but also very, very true. Now, I’m not self-publishing anything at the moment. But I do edit, and I
Fine, this won’t surprise the networking gurus, but as I commented this morning on a post over at Writer Unboxed called “Networking for the Cowardly
In my last post, I wondered about tribes and finding one. Perhaps that sense of isolation came from so many years as a gypsy cruiser
That fellow’s pointing at me. He’s a marketing guru (I’m sure), and he says that my next job is to make scads of social
Tadie Longworth wouldn’t stop poking at me. She was tired of her quiet, monochromatic life and all those breezeless days. I could sympathize. After all,
Just a quick note to tell you that another of my stories is a semi-finalist in the Genesis contest. Can’t tell you which. Can’t mention
I’m a sailor — temporarily land bound — and I write stories of women who sail. Some of them sail small boats, some large ones.
Someone in the know recently said that few publishers want stories set in foreign lands. To fit in, I must be careful of the truth,