Any writer, regardless of where they are on their journey towards publication, gets asked this question: how do you get your ideas for writing? It matters not what the writer writes. It matters not if they are school-aged or adult. The question is universal. For me, my ideas come from life. For example, back in 2011 I spent a considerable amount of time in a hospice just before my father-in-law passed. As I sat there in the quiet, watching him breathe, a new story began to ta

As we all know by now, I'm a writer. Lucky for anyone reading this today, my 8th grade diary is alive and well and a personal treasure. Sometimes I read it to see if I can feel a wisp of that innocence. Other times I pick it up to time warp back to when my parents were alive and death felt like something that only happened to characters in a book. But mostly I read it for laughs. Behold. December 21, 1980 Dear Diary, Oh boy! Our "group" went out Christmas caroling tonight and

Since revising is my favorite part of my writing process I have thoughts on it. But rather than me telling you about my countless word-related epiphanies how about this? I'll show you. The excerpts I'm about to share come from book two in my unpublished MG sci-fi trilogy. This book was the second novel I’d ever written. Pre-agents, pre-book deals time frame. I’m talking 2009. The first draft was a bloated mess. 71,000 words. After my first round of revisions, I went in and ad

I'm 58. Fifty! Eight! My birthday was back in November, so don't go wishing me happy birthday. But my husband and I just spent three weeks in Italy celebrating his 60 th and that got me to thinking. Thinking about getting older. It's a weird, weird thing. Kinda like Cheetos. They taste so good, with their bright orange cheese-a-liscious powder, crunchy puffs of...well, I'm not exactly sure what those crunchy puffs are. A pure, American junk food complete with residual orange

It's hard for me to be around mean people. It drains my energy down to zero point zero trying to navigate the interaction. I'm usually trying to figure them out, the why of their meanness. Or my even more exhausting habit: trying to change their attitude. My mom taught me to lead by example, to always try and open hearts and minds. Especially the meanies. Ha. After years of working with my brilliant therapist, I learned another important lesson. Boundaries. With years of prac

A few weeks ago, my younger son said, "Mom, let's go out to breakfast." We went to a local spot, and as I took my seat, I instantly noticed an older married couple across the way. One sipped cranberry juice, the other iced tea. And they sat quietly. As my son and I chatted away about his plans for the weekend I kept stealing glances at the couple. There was no tension, I could tell. They looked so comfortable being quiet. So at ease. In between my bites of gluten free creamed

I love my three younger sisters. I figured I'd let you in on these three wickedly cool broads. Meghan is two years younger than me. We shared a bedroom until I was 17 years old. Bunk beds and all. I was top bunk and she bottom and we had this long mirror that we'd talk through after lights were out. Our topics generally ranged from boys to boys. We actually created this secret collection of "Kathleen + _______ "and "Meghan + _______" hearts scrawled on the underside of my top

Luck often feels like a mysterious force, something that happens to others but not to us. Yet, when it comes to creative work and writing, waiting for luck to strike is a losing game. This Saint Patrick’s Day, it’s time to rethink luck and discover how you can make your own luck in your creative endeavors. Whether you’re drafting your next novel, brainstorming ideas, or polishing your writing skills, the magic lies in your hands. The Myth of Luck and Creativity Many creative

Why wanting less can sometimes give you more. Have you ever wanted something so badly it felt like your life was on pause? In this post, I want to share a simple shift that helped me move forward when effort alone wasn’t enough. And, how letting go can actually bring you closer to what you want. At the risk of sounding hokey and new agey, I suggest this: set it free. If you've done everything humanly possible to achieve what it is you want, and I do mean everything, then rele

Firsts. We all have them. They're just a part of life. Even plants have firsts. The first time they sprouted. The first time they felt sun. The first time they were pruned. Recently, I started to think about some of my firsts. The obvious ones pushed to the front of the line and occupied some of my thinking. First kiss with a red headed boy in my driveway in 8th grade. First public vomit in Sister Katherine's 5th grade (first and last, thank god. It was Campbell's Chunky Sirl