The thunder boomed directly overhead interrupting the writers’ group. All five of us gasped, then fell stone silent before continuing with our review.  Soon, the severe thunderstorm played with the power, the electricity escaping each of three lights in succession before they came back to full brightness, went out again, then came back on.  The…

A conversation about her recently published memoir, Afterglow. Over ten years ago, Kirby joined my Journaling workshop and became my first client.  I’ve been fortunate to be her writing coach as she wrote three children’s books, various short stories, and a novel.  Recently, after the sudden loss of her husband, Bill, in 2009, her journaling…

As if Frankenstein himself is busting down the door, many writers are freaked slap out by the deadline.  The writer will cower and bargain with the monster, begging for more time to explore and re-work.  Any argument tempts nature like a rooftop experiment in an electrical storm ultimately making the writer feel crazy-mad, defeated and,…

Through planning and packing for a group beach holiday, Gale was both large-and-in-charge and a nelly nervous wreck.  Even in the overstuffed minivan, out of the driveway and on the interstate, she remained anxiously edgy until our gang was far enough away to make it completely idiotic to turn back. However, like the eye of…

After my morning ritual of journaling the cobwebs from my head, stretching the cricks from my joints, then feeding my body tea, fruit and grain, I felt jaunty, ready to go. As I passed my desk, I noticed a text from an inner circle friend sharing that a mutual friend had suddenly passed away. Instinctively,…