Writing

Self-Publishing Adventures

Also weighing in on my self-publishing choice is time. I sense that my books are timed for right now and cannot sit in a stack of queries that may or may not get read, and if sold, then there’s up to a year (or longer) to actual publication.

Why I Wrote “Isu Learns to Swim”

Northern elephant seals (NES) are really more weird than most other marine mammals. They migrate from roughly the Bering Strait and the north Pacific twice a year to mostly California beaches mainland and islands, and northern Baja California islands. The topography of the beach must be just so. The first haul out is to shed their fur (and rest and regain their muscle tone); then they mosey on back to give birth and breed on the beach

Our Interconnectedness Revealed

The first inkling I had on this interconnected business was in 2004 when I was in treated for breast cancer. I told my oncologist that I was slipping out from Santa Fe, NM for a bit, and going to go hang out at the beach.  The oncologist, who reminded me of a Norman Rockwell character of a doctor, said, “Excellent idea. The ocean is our primordial connection. But don’t get a sunburn!”

A Question: What is it about New Mexico?

While I dream of being an artist someday, and I believed that the near-perfect world of California’s Central Coast would transform my dream to reality, here I am, back in New Mexico reveling in the spice, the exotic, the contrasts, the heat, the cold, the dark and the light again. Creative juices bubble within my slightly worn body. What causes the shadow artist within to scream for release in this rarefied air and light?

New Blog: The EuroVan Chronicles

Enough of this world and all of its crooks and liars crushing the light out from the morning headlines! A high octane call to take to the road fuels my inner nomad. Drape me in beads and hats. Pack my bags (minimally). Climb aboard Gilda, the 1997 VW EuroVan with 136,000 miles already journeyed

Words We Use Matter

I do not like it when a cloud lingers around my aura. My thinking fogs-up. My feet shuffle instead of step up.  And my language slips into what one of my mentors would call “slow vibrating words.”  That’s not a good thing because the faster and more clearer that our aura vibrates, the better we can see truth and make positive choices.

Crash Landing to Wisdom

For the now, I’m harvesting my experiences and knowledge. I’m loading my cargo hold with the wisdom from life-learned. It’s my mission as a writer, a communicator, and as an elder-in-training to share what I understand.