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Summer Memories
I am a subscriber to the Chicago Tribune’s Printer’s Row and receive my copy every Sunday. I look forward to it. A recent article, “Rahm’s Readers”, caught my eye. This was a summer book club sponsored by the Chicago Public Library and heartily endorsed by the mayor. I imagine most libraries have the same program…a children’s summer reading club.
[Read more…] about Summer MemoriesThe time has come……
Next week my publisher is back from vacation. This means that before the end of July I will receive my manuscript What Price Honor with her edits. I’ve spent the past months working on my web page, trying to figure out Facebook, and polishing some short stories.
More Thoughts on Philadelphia
Some more thoughts on Philadelphia. This is a city that moves at a different pace from Chicago. The streets are manageable. Some are quite narrow. We Chicagoans would consider them an alley. But I soon realized that this was the footprint of the original town. It is still there. And it’s a great feeling. So I walked slowly feeling the history. This is quite different from Chicago. We are a brash city always on the move trying to impress ourselves and every one else.
[Read more…] about More Thoughts on PhiladelphiaFive days in Philly
Just returned from a five day visit to Philadelphia…a lovely city. A chance to visit with family and see grandchildren. Philadelphians are friendly and rather quiet. No one seems to honk their car horns the way Chicagoans do. But to me it’s all about the buildings. Philadelphia has a wonderful mix of old and new. Chicago has a tendency to rebuild every 30 years or so. When I look at a building in the Windy City it could very well be the 6th or 7th building on that sight.
And then I wonder what was lost.
I Know Why You’re Here…..
It’s books….that’s why you are here. Like me, you love to read, feel it is essential to living. Maybe, like me, you want to see into the minds of people who write. Where to they find a story, how do they create a character?
J. Bard-Collins
Writing fiction is a journey with no foreseeable end in sight. You tell yourself at the beginning that this is a craft you will never master, that you will always be learning. But like every writer I know, I accept, even embrace it.
