For me, writing is a way of reaching out to others, to people I don't know. I sit alone, in silence, but all that time I’m out there, connecting with whoever reads my words.
Indigo hours of early morning rewriting and revising, while my three sweet teenagers slept and the cat walked across my keyboard. All those wonderful writing years, with my dogs sleeping at my feet, while a pot of pinto beans simmered on the back of the stove, and afternoon sun poured through the window, with tiny dust particles floating in the sunlight.
Age is a wise teacher. I'm more focused. More aware that my reserves are no longer limitless and where I put my time matters. How do I want to spend my afternoons when I'm not writing? What books and writing projects do I want to put forth? And to be living after I am not living?
I value the collective experience collaborating with other writers. In addition to my solo work I'm a contributing editor of a literary journal and a contributing author of 12 books.
My Writings Online and within my collection of Essays and Insights, a number of my posts are serious/substantial, balanced with lighter topics.
Most of all, my writing is timeless (vs. timely).