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
My mother Sheila Buchanan Buell in a tree USA, 1955 Me living Mother's Dream, in a tree 2019, Australia The beginning of a weekly blog series comparing our lives and documenting the process of self-publishing my new book. Getting Beyond… My mother, Sheila Buchanan Buell was a victim. Born in Australia, but taken from her Australian … Continue reading My Mother, Myself
My blog Visionsfromtwocontinents started, December 11, 2017. That’s five years ago.Now it has a new, easier name, instead of writing visionsfromtwocontinents.blog, you can just look for patsysblog.com Back in 2017, a pandemic was something that only happened long ago, during WWI. In my book Visions from Two Continents: cover I published a letter my uncle Charlie wrote … Continue reading Renaming and Reorganization of my Blog
I think I Found a new desk here at Ewan creek. I’m in awe watching the ripples of the creek. The crow caws the sky is blue above the trees. I’m trying another spot. An old log moss grows in its cracks serves as a backbone for the iPad Still searching for the perfect position … Continue reading Writing at Long Timber
My first child was overdue, and a c-section. her conception was an act of joy, a miracle that combined two sets of genes in love. Once conceived she grew on her own. All I needed to do was eat. My first book a mixture of events written on many pages did not write itself, in … Continue reading Women’s Writing Retreat at The Clearing Am I Pregnant Again?
My brother and I drove from Frazee, Minnesota to Gray Eagle, Minnesota, another town off the beaten path. We drove across lovely verdant farm fields the road curved up and down gentle hills. The corn was green and tall, the soybean fields often had corn that had come from last years crop. We arrived in … Continue reading Finding Mother’s Gravestone
As I waited for the proof of my first book Visions from Two Continents to arrive. I thought this is just like when I was waiting for my first child who was a month overdue. My stomach had been huge and in those days the school district had made me quit teaching at the due date, … Continue reading Having a Book