The Lessons of COVID: An Exercise in Observation

This morning my inbox produced the following article from Barbara O’Neal: A Writer’s Sacred Task to Observe I loved reading it. The peak into one person’s introspection about how a changing, uncertain world has changed and solidified themselves was such … Continue reading

Update: Winners!!

Congratulations to Peggy, Jamie Hixon, and Jacqui S. on winning the paperback copies of The Accidental Apprentice!

I’ll be contacting you about your prizes soon.

The rest of you can still get your hands on the new paperback edition of The Accidental Apprentice on Amazon. It’s available in ebook and audiobook too! For kiddos who like to read along with the audio you can read the ebook for free with Kindle Unlimited and snag the audiobook with a credit on Audible.

I think everyone could use a good escapist read right now. What’s yours?

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Wild Irises making the most of a long spring in Northern Arizona

This week I am on vaca in the Rockies, but I am working on the final draft of Ideal Apprentice. I know I’ve become a better story teller since I wrote my first book, and if the responses from beta readers are any indication, you are going to love it!!

Be smart and stay safe.

~Anika

Poetry Piazza: The Echo of Absence

The poetic part of my brain-soul often gets inhibited by the medications I take to keep me mentally aloft. Every now and again enough pressure builds that words break through and when that happens I get really excited. So here is something that bubbled to the surface. I hope you enjoy.

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Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com

The desert is a place of echoes.

Not enough life,

no soft spaces

to dampen and hold

what gets whispered

in the dark.

Dry, brittle ground

sends sound on its way

until its strength is spent.

Each breath rushes off

with nothing to impede

progress from ear to ear

to ear.

Even when the rain comes

it’s the thunder

that arrives first.

Tumbling over valley floors

that reverberate back

the sentiment that

all creatures in

parched places call

to the clouds.

I miss you.