I fall in and out of love with Spain. I am in Saint Jose, in the Cabo de Gata in the province of Andalucia and I am here to complete my novel, working title 'The Boy and the Balloon'. This is not a sight-seeing trip. This is an attempt at a low-cost, out of season … Continue reading Love in the mountains of Cabo de Gata, Andalucia – October 2018
Writing produces in me this fear so profound, that I become the Master Procrastinator, and end up hating myself. Is this normal? Here I am in Sevilla, southern Spain, the 'frying pan' of Europe, or so it is called. It's August 2018, and I am free, free of responsibilities. I am an empty-nester, adult children … Continue reading The terror of writing; confessions of a coward in Sevilla
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I've always been 'weird'; that's what my parents and siblings called me growing up. My father told my mother I would 'calm down', that the love of good man would quieten me and calm me and make me OK (meaning more feminine), but none of that has happened. If anything I have gotten more rebellious … Continue reading Rebel Yell, a word to my younger self