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…
On the eleventh day of Christmas… Instead of counting the official twelve days of Christmas, 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 I’m thankful for inspiration. You know what it’s like to sit in front of a blank…
On the fifth day of Christmas… Even though those twelve days are supposed to start on December 25 and run to Epiphany, Jan. 6, I want to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. Today, I’m celebrating my family—and yours. Are you a writer? If you…
I was running late. My first event of the book tour for INN BY THE LAKE, set for Swallow Falls State Park on Friday afternoon, and I wasn’t going to make it on time. I could tell as soon as I got near the entrance it was a busy day at this gorgeous state park.…
I’m packed. Nervous. Excited. Worried. I leave on my Deep Creek Lake book tour in half an hour. There are books and books and books, plus signs, business cards, and posters of INN BY THE LAKE. Taking my book back to the place that inspired it is just about the most exciting development I could…
Thanks to an invitation from the South Baltimore chapter of the Maryland Writers Association, I had an opportunity to talk about my experiences as a travel writer for Frommer’s, as a blogger at ADayAwayTravel.wordpress.com, and for local publications. Here is my talk. From Here to There: Travel writing isn’t all beaches and sunshine Good evening.…
The sentence struck me so strongly I had to stop the audio book where I heard it and repeat it. Then I had to go back the next day and hear it again. The language is so beautiful. I instantly conjured up a quiet little girl curled up in a chair, reading.
When I recorded Divided Loyalties, he read it twice. The second time, he said he was reading a book by his favorite author.
Chapter 1 March 16, 9:30 a.m. Jessica: ALL BY OURSELVES “I wish I had a cat.” Those are the wistful words from my bored six-year-old daughter still in her pajamas, looking up from schoolwork assignment we just read together. The way things are right now, I don’t want a cat or a bat, a dog,…
While we are all on lock-down, I’m writing a book and don’t know how it ends. Jessica starts her new job, a dream job writing for her hometown newspaper, the day the governor enacts stay-at-home orders. So she’ll meet her colleagues on Zoom and conduct her interviews via phone and email. Dan doesn’t even want…
Mary K. Tilghman writes 