by Deborah Lee Luskin | Sep 18, 2018 | Living in Place
This afternoon’s writing time was unexpectedly pushed aside to pick up liquid Ibuprofen, a pill crusher, a WaterPik, and energy drinks for my husband, who’s had his broken jaw wired together this morning and will be on a liquid diet for weeks. I rushed...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Aug 16, 2016 | Living in Place
While I’m hiking The Long Trail, I’m reposting old favorites. This one originally published January 20, 2011. Seeing the galleys for my first book was like seeing a sonogram of a baby that’s been growing inside me for years. I was giddy with excitement to...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Jun 14, 2016 | Living in Place
Sometimes, weeding is the best way to learn how to write. Thinning plants can be as painful as deleting favorite passages of description or dialogue, and just as essential. If seedlings in my garden are two crowded, none of them thrive; if my page is crammed with too...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | May 31, 2016 | Living in Place
“How long it take to write a book?” my dad asks. “It depends,” I answer. “How long does it have to be?” “As long as it needs,” I reply. “How long is the book you’re writing?” “It was four hundred pages.” I say. “Four hundred pages!” he says. “Wow!” “But now it’s just...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Aug 27, 2013 | Living in Place
If you’ve ever painted a room, you know that rolling on fresh paint is the dramatic part of the job – the part where you see the most progress for the least effort. I’m now in a point in writing Ellen, a novel, which is very much like rolling new paint on a...
