A Cover Story

The very act of painting has fueled much of the imagery found in my writing, while providing another creative outlet for me. A wild joy directs my brush strokes, color choices, even the texture of my painting, and of course, such unlocking of artistic freedom bounces back into my writing, in sentence structures, word choices, even how the characters feel. When I reminisce about all the different avenues artistic expression took me on, writing and painting rise to the top. Capturing emotions on canvas, returns me to decades ago, when I attended The New School in NYC, having the good fortune to study under a significant artist-teacher, the Abstract Expressionist painter, Norman Carton. His guidance is forever stirring at my core. 

To allow both loves, painting and writing, to come together for Crazy String, is indeed a cover story. 

author holding Crazy String novel

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we are all held together by a crazy string

This I know for sure… Writing is certainly re-writing. Since the start of this year I have been working through rewrites of my novel. I can’t pretend that editing is an easy straight line, but I am quite grateful that a team of editors at WeBook read and reread my words with such care, and thanks to their efforts, Crazy String is a far better novel than it was before. But here’s the most exciting news: last week I signed off on the completed manuscript! So, we are indeed in the final stretch towards publishing. Before the end of July I will have an official pre-order date for the paper book (the eBook is already available to pre-order on Amazon). A big part of me has been on hold during this rewriting stage, so I am more than ready to fill my calendar with celebrations and launch dates and opportunities to meet with readers, and share this story with you.

Author holding her novel, Crazy String

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Say thank you

There are days when you just have to say, this is good. No, no, that’s not it. It’s more that there are days when you know this one is more than good. The sun is still high in the sky even at 5:00. The breeze coming off the Pacific is gentle and lovely, while the ocean temperature is a warmish 66°. You know you will dive in eventually, but for now you walk along with your feet in the surf, taking in every hue of blue you see. You exhale. You say thank you.

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