Posts by Kimberly Mayer

Then what? This is what it’s like after that election, when you don’t know if you can see straight, if you can find your feet, or get out of bed in the morning. It’s an awful lot like my divorce.

With a deadline on the immediate horizon, your writing space can grow wheels and wings and morph into a moving vehicle.

Make a list of what you must bring into your writing space. Include: a table, a chair, paper and pen. Silence and solitude, and not much else.

For me, it was always the proverbial hut in the woods. I talked about it for years. I just needed some acreage. I think I only saw trees.

What we want in writing is not so much miracles, as it is magic.

In moving to San Juan Island, it was important not to lose momentum. Enter the idea of a writing hut.

A writer on the road may be taking, by necessity, a leave of absence from her work but is gathering material for other works.

And everywhere I have noticed this: Our homes shape us in ways we can never imagine.

We’re in a remodeled rambler in an old-growth forest at the end of a trail on a bay. Did I mention we are immensely happy?