We keep getting warnings of weather advisories: snow, wind, that type of thing, but it has not happened too badly yet. Friday morning we awoke to our first snow this season, yet it was nothing but a ground dusting. I wanted to take a photo, but it was too dark that morning and by the time I got to work, at a lower elevation, the snow was gone. Yesterday I heard news of another weather system around the corner, but I am not sure if that has been changed because I don’t think it will reach freezing in the next few days. Friday afternoon on the way home from work, however, the mountains nestling our town were covered with fresh[…]

In the midst of a golden-lit and cooling autumn, where trail hikes and short runs coincide with dreamy days, I am going to do an indoor exercise here, and share it with other writers in hopes they take part as well. This is a long exercise, will take some time and thought to answer the questions, and I hope to gather some information about writers who tackle climate change in fiction, which may cover various environmental issues and socio-economic-political problems that either contribute to, or result from, environmental collapse. I do a lot of interviews on the main site, and have been interviewed a few times myself, but hardly ever really talk about my writing in-depth. The following author interview[…]

I listened to this talk the other day on the way home from work. I really like hearing author perspectives of their writing about the wild. In this talk, the two were in Toronto just a couple weeks ago. I have chatted with both at the main site (see “Selected Interviews” on the front page) in different times/focuses, so it was interesting to me to see them together here. One of the questions in this panel was how their sense of place in childhood inspired their writing. Jeff talked some about Fiji and Florida, both places he’s lived, and Lorna talked about growing up in the prairies of Saskatchewan, where there was “a tree.” She’s very funny; they both are.[…]

I follow nature writing in the news, and saw an article in The Spectator today about Amanda Craig’s recent novel The Lie of the Land. The author of the article, Lauren Freeman, starts out with: I’ve diagnosed myself with early onset cottage-itis. It’s not supposed to happen for another decade, but at 29 I dream of just the smallest bolthole in the country: a bothy, a gatehouse, a folly below the ha-ha in someone else’s stately home. A shepherd’s hut in tasteful shades of prime ministerial greige. Liberated from the city I would be a nicer, calmer, more industrious person. I would write my magnum opus and be self-sufficient in rhubarb crumble. It goes on to talk about the novel,[…]

One week from today I will be greeting my family in open arms, and most of us will see each other for the entire week, wherein, despite foot problems I am bound to go to Turkey Run and hike. We’ve also been talking about a possible Lake Michigan Dunes trip. And I’ve been trying to figure out how to work swimming into my schedule now that running is still out. Mom goes to a pool each week for water aerobics, so I may see if I can tag along. It sounds like the pool is a little empty. But of course swimming in a lake is more ideal. Maybe even inner-tubing down the local river. I haven’t been able to[…]

Sometimes I miss the desert. I recall raw days full of clarity, where clouds shadowed hills with bold shapes moving ever so slowly over the hot landscape below. I remember endless, big stars hanging in a black night and how the hot Santa Ana winds made everything feel so alive and moving. I remember stepping my feet into the ocean after burning up in the desert. I recently watched a show called “Badlands, Texas,” about a crime and the eccentric community in Terlingua, and it was a well-done show, but the part I liked the most was the cinematography, as it elapsed in time and space over the eloquent patterns and textures and heat of the desert. I also enjoyed[…]

The featured image is one I licensed through Can Stock Photo as a concept image for the novel I’m writing. I think once I can start running on the trail again, I will be inspired even more to write (since I get so many refreshing ideas when running!), but for now we have snowy sidewalks and trails. And I’m still working on the book quite a bit every day–it being up to Chapter 9 now. I have mentioned my novel before in this blog It’s called Up the River, which alludes to Sing Sing, at least originally the phrase did, as the prison was literally up-river on the Hudson, but the phrase eventually referred to any prison. And in my[…]

This morning I awoke to a cacophonous rain outside, wiping away our recent sun and flattening the leaves and pine needles onto the wood of the back deck. I stared at the rain dropping and making tiny puddles and then other drops splashing into those puddles. I felt longing, knowing I had to get out and run but not necessarily feeling like it just yet, not first thing in the morning. The rain was just so loud and meaningful. It sounded cold but something I knew I wanted to get out in. After my morning wake-up routine, I asked Morgan if he wanted to go with me to Mundy Park and do a 5K around Perimeter Trail. Without the heat[…]

I am working on a eco-weird story, a new novel, but am finding a hard time to be able to really sit down and write. I’m up to chapter 4, though. As I noted earlier, part of it is set in Ireland, and it helped very much to go there and see some of the exact places I had imagined in my head, especially the Cliffs of Moher and the real Lake Isle of Innisfree. It has been so hot here lately that my run this morning was a “beat the heat” run at 6:30 am, and even then it was sweltering hot. I listened to the same album I heard when running across the cliffs in Ireland (“Silverball” by[…]

Before I get into what I’m working on now, in novel form, if you read my weekend thoughts about social media, I accidentally published them instead of saving them in draft while being very distracted on Sunday. I do have a lot of issues with social media, but a lot of it is a big whine against attention-whoring narcissists, such as Donald Trump, the “internet celebrity,” and the dishonest facade many folks have while portraying staged lives and relying on validation from strangers (and bots!). Little do these folks see how ridiculously transparent they are, but I guess it’s best to just put those thoughts aside and concentrate on the parts of life that actually make sense. I can’t remember[…]