Back from Hutchmoot I am. Back from from the moot. I’ve been to Hutchmoot twice and each time I come back new. Different. Who knows what I’m becoming? (There’s an obvious answer to that, I guess, but the answer isn’t me). The voices (of fear, discouragement, of […]
When we moved to the cabin in the Hiawatha Forest, I lost my writing retreat. Our busy “real lives” filled up my creative space. I’m getting close to having it back. I’m so excited. We’re close to finishing a tiny multi-use building down at the lake. My future office looks […]
Well, the Hutchmoot is over. That perfect doxology echoed in the Church of the Redeemer ending the weekend and the little taste of heaven that it was. Hutchmoot was community, beauty and vulnerability. God smiling on us, encouraging all of our tiny (and not so tiny) stuff. Excellent books, spectacular […]
Thinking. Learning some. Stuff I’ve learned: I’m lazy, selfish and self-centered. Self-concious (as evidenced right here). Other times, thankfully, I’m the opposite. I like that me better. Sometimes I want praise. Praise makes me uncomfortable. I hate being new. I like being known. I don’t need to be the center […]
N of 45 Windy today. Waves on the lake. I am all talked out. Curtis, Michigan is a good place and so is AnnMarie Rowland’s N of 45 writers’ retreat. A grand mixture of writing styles, genres, with participants sixteen to eighty (or so). Good, useful sessions with terrific writers […]