Lies & Truth in Fiction

Writing a Novel: a poem

Sometimes the universe delivers you the perfect poem. That’s what www.poets.org did for me this morning. As you’ve been hearing for lo these many years, I have been rewriting a novel I couldn’t let go of. Last week I let go of it and sent it to my ever patient and wonderful agent. Then this…

Other Skins: Writing Fiction

                    On April 6th I’ll turn soixante-quinze; I’m telling you this in French because it’s too startling for me to deal with in English.  But right now I’m writing a character who’s forty-one years old; I’m writing her in the first person and thinking how lucky…

The Writer’s Road

I’ve had this idea for a book for ages, but there are three other ideas ahead of it, so I thought I’d just fool around with it on the blog. Every road sign I see seems like a metaphor, a little message for writers. Hence: The Writer’s Road. (And perhaps someday it will be a…

The Corpse in the Office

An unpublished novel of mine has been lurking in my office for the past five years. I feel like I have a corpse in the cabinet. I finally realized I had to either deal with it or bury the damn thing. I’ve decided to deal with it. It’s got a great plot but I could…

On The Road Again: Hawaii

If you love to travel, I'm the companion from hell. Or to be less dramatic about it, simply the most boring person you could possibly take a trip with. R. and I are in Hawaii visiting his daughter and a grandson and I'm in a hotel room writing. The view from the room is above…

Moving The Finish Line

  I just sent the most recent draft of my novel to my brother for his comments and felt enormous relief. Why? I wondered. It certainly wasn’t the draft of my dreams; I was deep into angst about it. In truth, I loathed every word. The night before at dinner I had moaned and groaned  to…