Belonging It’s not easy to get there because you have to go across Death’s Door. It’s in the middle of the United States, where Lake Michigan waters mingle with those of Green Bay. Winds can get high, and the ferry will stop running for a day. I was lucky; after a long wait in … Continue reading Washington Island Literary Festival
Writing
Book Club Questions for Book Visions from Two Continents.
Questions on Visions from Two Continents for a bookclub
Making tasty tofu
Living in today’s world is like trying to make tofu taste good. Let’s be honest: tofu is tasteless and the texture is like biting into a mushy sponge. Listening to the news, even here down under is depressing. It makes me want to bury my head in the sand. News is bad, not just tasteless, … Continue reading Making tasty tofu
Leaving America
Leaving America I keep thinking of the song I learned in grade school. Everyone knows it. My Country tis of Thee Sweet Land of liberty. Of thee I sing. I’ve fallen in love with an Australian. Every year he came with me to America. But this year he wouldn’t come. He did not feel safe … Continue reading Leaving America
Writing a Novel
I’ve been writing a Romance Novel. Alice Goes Down Under for a couple of years. I’ve been using Scrivener to organize the chapters. I’m at the end of the first revision. I’ve been sharing it chapter by chapter online with my Round Rock writers group in Texas, and my Write On writers group in Door … Continue reading Writing a Novel
Visions from Two Continents today written with word Dictation
In Australia my arm in a sling from a bicycle accident My country tis of thee Sweet land of liberty of the icing. (of thee I sing) That's what dictating springs. My right arm is in a sling. I can't type a thing. Yet, I want to compare my two countries right now. I … Continue reading Visions from Two Continents today written with word Dictation
Homesick
I’ve stayed too long in the USA. My ticket is not until November. I’m missing Australia, especially the trees and the birds. As the trees here lose their leaves I imagine the spring flowers now unfolding in Australia. How can I be homesick for what was my mother’s home? Is a longing to go back … Continue reading Homesick
Writers Victoria – Writing Exquisite Sentences
The doors are open. The light seeps in from the narrow opening. But Ethel sits still on the bare wooden chair. Her dark shoulders stoop down as she tries to figure out this new gadget. They just left her alone with this thing as though that would replace them. Her frizzled hair reflects the frizzle … Continue reading Writers Victoria – Writing Exquisite Sentences
Out of Texas to Hannibal MO
We had to go out of our way to go to Mark Twain’s Boyhood home in Hannibal Missouri. It was definitely worth adding three hours to our travel time. We got to see the building as and meet the people that inspired Samuel Clemens to write Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Overview The famous fence … Continue reading Out of Texas to Hannibal MO
Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
Unfinished Portrait of me by my mother Sheila Buchanan Buell It's been another extended week of editing. Going out pulling invasive weeds here in Australia, then locking myself up with my computer, with comments from my Beta Reader and my editor. Based on their feedback I pull out and plant more words into my memoir. … Continue reading Memoir Writing, Undressing My Soul
