Author Archives: Lynne

The Mystery of Metaphor

                        “To a poet nothing can be lost.”  Samuel Johnson Something happened a few days ago that got me thinking about depicting emotion when I write, and how often I find my way to it through metaphor.  Winter had reasserted itself, so Hannah’s forest hike was on icy sloggy mud that sucked at boots and… Continue Reading

Blame The Weather

To those readers in winter-affected areas:  is the weather making everything feel like extra work to you?  It is to me.  Just getting dressed is a shivering labor involving long underwear under my jeans, a fleece over my shirt, wool socks as thick as my thumb. Preparing to actually leave the house, say to walk Hannah? … Continue Reading

On Structure…an approach

Have I been out to start the primary research of hunting caches yet?  Okay, I’m a wimp.  The ground is snow-covered, temperatures frigid.  Yes, my chocolate Lab, Hannah, gets a daily hike in the woods.  But geocaching involves moving more slowly than she and I do, backtracking, stopping to check waypoints on the GPS, and presently… Continue Reading

Pin It on Pinterest