Chincoteague: Where the ponies are

“ I want you to say to me, ‘Willa, I’ve decided to take your advice and go see what my sisters are cooking up.’ Visit your sisters and your parents. Hug your nephews and see the ponies.”
Charlotte’s friend paused for effect. “It can’t hurt. Can it?”
Yes, of course it could. Henry was there with what’s-her-name and their child. I’d avoided such a meeting for eight years.

FEARLESS SUMMER: My new book is out now!

When NASA’s Wallops Island with it wide open field dotted with impressive satellite dishes appeared on my left, I felt a twinge deep in my belly. It grew stronger as I started across the causeway to Chincoteague Island. That’s how Chapter Three of FEARLESS SUMMER brings Charlotte home to Chincoteague. Seeing the facility that launches…

The end

Typing those little words is a sad moment. Sure it’s an accomplishment. It means months of imagining, pondering, creating and general wood-burning are over and a story is finished. Even though I have a revision to do, my characters have come to their very happy ending. I’m cheering for them. Naturally. But I find I’m…

Once inspired, you gotta perspire

On the twelfth day of Christmas… Having tossed the original idea of the twelve days of Christmas away, I’m counting down the twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. Today it’s perspiration. I don’t know where I sweat more, during Zumba, or when…

Shout out for book stores

On the eighth day of Christmas… Having tossed the original idea of the twelve days of Christmas away, I’m counting down the twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. Today it’s the book shop. The whole world is in a book store. Maybe…