June 11, 2026,9:30 AM

Weaving and Interweaving: Anything Can Happen Anything can happen. You know how Jupiter Will mostly wait for clouds to gather head Before he hurls the lightning?             —Seamus Heaney, “Anything Can Happen” Between deadheading roses and helping with the housekeeping, between playing cribbage with my wife and considering the submissions of folk in the writing groupsContinue reading “June 11, 2026,9:30 AM”

So, you’re writing a novel, and you find someone else’s novel…

I suppose so much is topical. I don’t think I think that way, but the world holds so many interconnections, and how often do we find ourselves going the way others go? So, The Mad Queen and Lavender Farm began when Becky and I were exploring the north end of the Olympic Peninsula. Near Sequim,Continue reading “So, you’re writing a novel, and you find someone else’s novel…”