It’s the space between creative bursts that can really get me in a bind.
Now that The Reluctant Tarot Reader has been cast into the world, it’s like my baby has gone off to college.
I don’t know whether she’ll return.
I don’t know how she’ll do.
What I do know is the time, effort and love I’ve put into the work. The words. What brought me to the place of beginnings — and what gave me the grace to finish. More »



