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So. It’s the first day of the last month of 2021. How glad we all were to see the end of 2020 – the full flowering of the pandemic, the whole exhausting political cauldron of an Election Year (in the … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Alma Alexander
Once upon a time, many years ago… I wrote a novel. At the time, I was very young, very green as a writer, full of the passions of creation. I was also studying for my MSc in Molecular Biology… and … Continue reading
I wrote this back in October 2010. Here – take a trip back in time with me… The Case of the Purloined Pumpkin “Good God, Holmes! It’s gone! Vanished! Completely disappeared! Not a trace remains!” “My dear Watson, what ARE … Continue reading
Someday soon I might find the right words to think about other things. Until then… stuff like this comes out. Bear with me. Or scroll by. A Day in the Life 9 AM Cats want breakfas. … Continue reading
Well, now so it’s official – it’s on their website – so I can blow the horn – “The Second Star” is a 2021 Washington State Book Award finalist… (borrowing from an older image… but this one rather covers the … Continue reading
I wrote this up on Medium recently and I am asking you to forgive me for replaying it here – I’m in a silent moment right now, when words need to be coaxed and bullied to come, so I am … Continue reading
I just saw someone do this for a collection of stories and so I wanted to play. If you have ideas, or different ideas, I would LOVE to hear about them in comments. What snack or drink should you … Continue reading
6 August 2021 You know, the place where I live has been known as the “pacific northWET” for a reason – it’s supposed to rain here all the time, it’s supposed to be damp and miserable, raining all the time… … Continue reading
so how do you count novel years? Does a novel get born and then age like fine wine, and only gets better with age…. or is it lucky if it still holds its own a year after its publication date? … Continue reading
I am a creature who lives stretched across time. I can remember vividly things that took place decades ago – down to conversations, the tone of voice in which they were had, the sound of remembered laughter. I am forever … Continue reading