Beryl Singleton Bissell

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Beryl just prior to entering monastery in 1957



The Cross River, frozen in winter, flows beneath the ice into Lake Superior

A cup of tea and biscotti to encourage the writer

Another Blog?


Besides the travel and spirituality blogs I write (see links in right hand column)I'm adding a fourth blog for those of you who might be interested in the random musings of a writer.

Author's Guild does not provide an option for posting photos or links within the blog page -- important options for keeping a reader's interest. As such, this blog might be a solo effort, one writer who is also the one reader. Nonetheless, it offers me a place to make notes about what I'm reading, watching, doing, feeling, seeing, and thinking.

My writing shed doesn't look like much, but it's a charmer inside: bright and welcoming.

Random Musings

Back in my writing shed and darn happy to be there

September 28, 2012

Tags: writing life, author, books, memoirs, fall color, writing shed, author events

Not only has the desire to write returned, I've had a sudden boost of courage. I'd avoided the writing shed for so long that I felt like apologizing every time I passed it. Well, I've been forgiven, and am working like crazy to reshape the sequel to the Scent of God. Trouble is, I keep slipping back into my old habit of editing as I go. I've worked on the same 10 pages for three days. I guess this proves I'm not a global thinker. Global thinkers don't get caught up in details but see the whole picture. Wanting to be a Global thinker, I just printed up every chapter I've got and plan to lay it out on the floor and create a map. Some authors tape chapters to the wall. I haven't got much wall space, but then neither do I have a lot of floor space. The writing shed is 10' x 10'.

I'm also now back on my feet and can manage five miles on flat terrain, three miles on hills and hiking trails requires hot baths and Advil. For that matter, hot baths and Advil take the ache out of those 5 mile jaunts as well.

Highway 61 is clogged with visitors heading north to view fall color which is at its peak right now. Our hills are flaming with maples and aspen. An evening drive into the hills as the sun drops toward the horizon demands belief in some greater creative power.

Comments

  1. October 1, 2012 1:24 PM EDT
    Your words continue to inspire me and fill my soul. Thank you!
    - Nancy van Eps

My Work

BOOKS
The collision of human love and faith
An impetuous move to Lake Superior transforms a life
ESSAY
While writing The Scent of God
ANTHOLOGY
"Seven Years in Hell"

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