It’s hard to get back into writing my novel while I am at the cottage in Michigan. Partly I am procrastinating at writing a difficult scene – but mostly I want to breathe in Michigan.
The air smells of nothing false. The wind shushes through the trees, a musical backdrop; no other sounds, nothing but nature. Birds chime in with chirps and cheeps and sounds without names. One is a dolorous bell chiming. The owl that lives in the woods nearby?
Into this nature wonderland has just come a...
I will look for that new moon outside my bedroom window tonight. A new Moon even as I grow old. Old in numbers, that is. Inside I am still much as I was, blessed by the writing that flows through my life and connects the younger me to now. A river of goodness and “me-ness.”
Old in the sense of being long-lived brings more experiences and wisdom to write about – lost loves and broken hearts, bottom-of-a crumpled-paper-bag despair. And triumphs.
One thing old does not mean is stopping. Not...
Author’s note: I have done research using todays’ tools, including Wikipedia (to which I contribute) and Google AI as well as print history books, etc.
The Tudor Era was both the best of times and the worst, to borrow lines from Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities.
The Tudor era saw a British Renaissance, with advances in farming and other technologies, the arts, shipbuilding and empire-making. It was a time of new thinking about what it means to be human and what it takes to be in harmony with God....
I wrote this in honor of my granddaughter Sydney, who this week begins her first teaching job with Teach for America, in an inner-city school in Chicago.
A teacher brought us to America… Our great-something Grandfather Stephen Cook was a Hedgerow Teacher in mid-19th century Ireland. This was a terrible era for the Irish. England had subjugated them to an extreme degree – even forbidding them to educate their children, or to wear their national color green. How mean could they be!
Men and women...
I have a new website up and running! https://moconlanwordsandart.com
And I have a new audio edition of my book "The Lost Books-Romance and Adventure in Tudor Times."
https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Books-Romance-Adventure-Tudor/dp/1639888004
(You can also listen for free on some sites, including Hoopla.)
I got to this high point with a lot of help from my friends. Author and fellow member of the Monday Morning Writers Group in Cincinnati Richard Hoskin, (...
I could say I do not wish to be famous as a writer, but that would be a half-truth. Growing up I kept my brighter lights under a bushel barrel – middle of a “gang of seven” siblings.
I was the quiet one. Maybe I was a bit famous for that. My father saw me as I was – a quiet one, smart, a voracious reader. With affection, he would sometimes call me Little Mouse.
Inside my mouse-ness, unrecognized by me, I was burning for recognition I believe. So when I extricated myself from my brown wool...
It was by accident that I wrote a novel set in the Tudor era. I was a member of an online writers group, called Unmute – which I recommend.. The prompt was to write about a holiday song. It did not interest me. Too serious.
Then I had a second thought: instead of dreary as piped-in Christmas music, maybe I could make this a fun write. “The Twelve Days of Christmas” came to mind. It was already fun and silly.
I imagined a scenario where a suitor sends over-the-top gifts to his beloved. She...
I am a poet, and a novelist; but I also am a journalist, and sometimes these literary impulses do not jibe. The poet wants beautiful language and metaphor. The journalist wants simplicity, clarity, facts. The novelist wants to take a long scary journey into Story, find her way out again to produce a book.
Recently, I wrote an essay about a prose poem, a prompt in my writing group. The poem reads, in part: …He said, every object sings. He said, if I built a room it might give me an A-flat and...