The trip was a series of battalion assaults, unimaginable outside of a science fiction novel. TSA men hid behind large plexiglass partitions, gloved, masked, instructing us to wave our government issued ID’s at magic scanners, reading a report on me, no need for a boarding pass.
Category: #amwriting
The current diagnoses: pandemic, fires, social-distancing.
Are you okay, we ask? I’m okay, we answer.
Writer’s Retreat 2020
This magical island retreat hums with the history of writer’s voices.
Try, Apply, Hit Submit
Can you trace your journey? Look back into the blue sky and catch a glimpse of your tendrils, instead of choking on the contrail of the ones up ahead? I don’t want to forget the exhilaration of stepping off solid ground, the day I hit Submit to sign up for my first writing class. The […]
Ready…set…cliff dive!
Going to Mendocino—taking my first screenwriting class, reading my work in front of 100+ people, hearing my novel first page blind critiqued by an industry panel, yup—terrifying and frigging exhilarating!
Reno, Rehab, Rewrite, IMPEACH!
I’m mid-stream, in the midst, on the road: House Gut Job, Rotator Cuff Rehab, Novel Major Re-write. “Stay Patient! Hang in” is now my supremely irritating track running on repeat. Fuck patience. Our temporary dinner table squashes behind the door in my new front hall. Doubling as a kitchen counter, food prep station and auxiliary […]
Setbacks and surgery…
New Year’s Eve, let’s try venturing out, sure! In the spirit of cliff diving and taking chances, and sometimes you soar and sometimes you crash land, the test of my resilience arrived via a proverbial slap upside the head, out of nowhere. We’re at a Santa Barbara resort party, chatting up a table of friendly […]
Gail Ansel 