If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least have a talking dog?
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald is a memoir about how she trained a northern goshawk for falconry after her father's unexpected death. Like her experiences, the book is full of strange, wonderful, and unexpected things, including stories about T.H. White. But the most unexpected thing was when she called John Muir a liar... Continue Reading →
I want to get better at drawing. I can see scenes from the stories I write clearly and would love to illustrate them myself, but it takes a lot of skill and experience to draw from the imagination. The only way to get better at something is to do it regularly, to practice. Inspired by... Continue Reading →
Here comes February. For those in the northern hemisphere at high latitude, this short month can be the most bleak of them all. It doesn't even matter if it's not colder, grayer, or snowier than previous months. It's that winter isn't over yet, and rarely are there any signs that spring is coming. Frost on... Continue Reading →
