I have a confession to make. I don’t like when pets have people names. I mean, some of them kind of work, like Max or Butch or Millie. But some just seem ridiculous, like Zach, Zoey, Chloe, or Edward. Feel free to disagree with me. In fact, go ahead and make fun of me—here’s my …
There is a twilight girl who has been visiting me lately. She makes her appearance in those moments between waking and dreaming, or when the rhythms of life allow the mind to wander. She is but a child—eight or nine years of age—with hair of a strange white gold that is, somehow, also red. She …
I like to tell stories about how I read voraciously as a child. Even when I put down my current book to eat breakfast or lunch, I would find myself searching out the words on the cereal box or the mayonnaise jar. I read everywhere. All the time. I couldn’t stop. It was a torture …
Continue reading My Physical Book Addiction— A Rambling Confession of Guilt (Not!)
I've got a confession to make. It isn't an easy one for an avid reader and writer with a degree in English from a fine liberal arts college. I've always prided myself on my broadness of view and quality of thought--but here goes... I hated Middlemarch the first time I read it. There, I've said …
Continue reading If Jane Austen and Charles Dickens had a baby…Middlemarch!
It often happens that I become discouraged with the progress of my writing career. There are so many interruptions and distractions. After all, my writing hat is only one of many that I must wear--I am also a mother, a wife, a friend, an employee, a supervisor, a musician. Work deadlines, dinner menus, doctor's appointments, …
Leanne Pankuch 