Some of you have noticed Storyfires has gone dormant around here this winter.
Thought I'd resurrect for Spring.
My tulips and forget-me-not are in bloom. Aspen and maple leaves have appeared. Bleeding heart. Cherry blossoms.
I keep thinking I should xeriscape my yard since I live in a desert.
So I went to the nursery and came home with thyme and irish moss and delphinium.
My psyche thinks I live in England, where things are green because it rains.
I am alive.
I am writing.
Just so you know.
Free books will be coming again. More stuff about writing. More about the writer's life. Finding balance. More about barefoot running.
Maybe a poem or two. Just to torment you.
See you around the fire!
Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones
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