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November 15, 2024
Over the years I have used this blog space to mess around—with ideas, kinds of writing, connections, seasonal musings. My categories have morphed over time and have held various kinds of writing in a loose organization that makes occasional
By Susan Dixon
November 6, 2024
We need a bigger boat now, because clearly the one we have been rowing is not adequate.
By Susan Dixon
October 5, 2024
Often on book-reading discussion boards someone will ask about DNF books. Do you have DNF books? What books are DNF for you? Is it even ethical, within the universe of book-reading morality, to DNF a book? Writing is difficult,
By Susan Dixon
June 10, 2024

Summer. Not my best season.

Getting out of town

By Susan Dixon
December 30, 2023
Two years ago I decided to do a self-guided writing retreat in the off-season at an artist residency center. My own space, my own time, alone, just me and my writing. I didn’t even want to negotiate the shared
By Susan Dixon
December 21, 2023
Dorie Greenspan has a classic recipe for the perfect cookie that she got from Pierre Hermé. It’s basically a French sablé but like an American chocolate chip cookie, it is made with both white and brown sugar. It’s got
By Susan Dixon
December 11, 2023
  1. The holidays are over.
  2. No one expects anything of you.
  3. It’s dark.
  4. No social obligations.
  5. Hygge.
  6. It’s quiet.
  7. There are still some cookies left.

Cozy Writing : Winter At-Home Writers Retreats

By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2023
As soon as we arrived in St. Petersburg, Florida, in the early 60s, my parents went “church shopping,” visiting Methodist churches one after another. Things went awry every time. One church didn’t have a Sunday School. The minister at
By Susan Dixon

“It’s Imbolc,” I say, brightly. “The first day of spring. In the Celtic calendar.”

Getting out of town

By Susan Dixon
December 30, 2023
Two years ago I decided to do a self-guided writing retreat in the off-season at an artist residency center. My own space, my own time, alone, just me and my writing. I didn’t even want to negotiate the shared
By Susan Dixon
December 21, 2023
Dorie Greenspan has a classic recipe for the perfect cookie that she got from Pierre Hermé. It’s basically a French sablé but like an American chocolate chip cookie, it is made with both white and brown sugar. It’s got
By Susan Dixon
December 11, 2023
  1. The holidays are over.
  2. No one expects anything of you.
  3. It’s dark.
  4. No social obligations.
  5. Hygge.
  6. It’s quiet.
  7. There are still some cookies left.

Cozy Writing : Winter At-Home Writers Retreats

By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2023
As soon as we arrived in St. Petersburg, Florida, in the early 60s, my parents went “church shopping,” visiting Methodist churches one after another. Things went awry every time. One church didn’t have a Sunday School. The minister at
By Susan Dixon

The reviewer was not the first to understand the heart of Seeking Quan Am, but

By Susan Dixon
February 1, 2024

… Lunar New Year, Tet, days getting longer, people complaining about winter …

“It’s Imbolc,” I say, brightly. “The first day of spring. In the Celtic calendar.”

Winter At-Home Writers Retreats
Whether it’s a work-in-progress, or big plans, or an idea in the back of your head, winter, after the holidays, is a wonderful time to write.

Getting out of town

By Susan Dixon
December 30, 2023
Two years ago I decided to do a self-guided writing retreat in the off-season at an artist residency center. My own space, my own time, alone, just me and my writing. I didn’t even want to negotiate the shared
By Susan Dixon
December 21, 2023
Dorie Greenspan has a classic recipe for the perfect cookie that she got from Pierre Hermé. It’s basically a French sablé but like an American chocolate chip cookie, it is made with both white and brown sugar. It’s got
By Susan Dixon
December 11, 2023
  1. The holidays are over.
  2. No one expects anything of you.
  3. It’s dark.
  4. No social obligations.
  5. Hygge.
  6. It’s quiet.
  7. There are still some cookies left.

Cozy Writing : Winter At-Home Writers Retreats

By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2023
As soon as we arrived in St. Petersburg, Florida, in the early 60s, my parents went “church shopping,” visiting Methodist churches one after another. Things went awry every time. One church didn’t have a Sunday School. The minister at
By Susan Dixon

While most people are thrilled with sunshine and heat and energetic Outdoor Activities, I just want to find my cave where I

By Susan Dixon
March 19, 2024
I am already dreading the eclipse. I am awed by it, of course. Awed that it will roll across the United States, arriving in the Finger Lakes in the mid-afternoon and then continuing on its path into Canada. Where
By Susan Dixon
February 12, 2024

“You will hurt,” the review promised. “Vietnam hurt us.”

The reviewer was not the first to understand the heart of Seeking Quan Am, but

By Susan Dixon
February 1, 2024

… Lunar New Year, Tet, days getting longer, people complaining about winter …

“It’s Imbolc,” I say, brightly. “The first day of spring. In the Celtic calendar.”

Winter At-Home Writers Retreats
Whether it’s a work-in-progress, or big plans, or an idea in the back of your head, winter, after the holidays, is a wonderful time to write.

Getting out of town

By Susan Dixon
December 30, 2023
Two years ago I decided to do a self-guided writing retreat in the off-season at an artist residency center. My own space, my own time, alone, just me and my writing. I didn’t even want to negotiate the shared
By Susan Dixon
December 21, 2023
Dorie Greenspan has a classic recipe for the perfect cookie that she got from Pierre Hermé. It’s basically a French sablé but like an American chocolate chip cookie, it is made with both white and brown sugar. It’s got
By Susan Dixon
December 11, 2023
  1. The holidays are over.
  2. No one expects anything of you.
  3. It’s dark.
  4. No social obligations.
  5. Hygge.
  6. It’s quiet.
  7. There are still some cookies left.

Cozy Writing : Winter At-Home Writers Retreats

By Susan Dixon
December 3, 2023
As soon as we arrived in St. Petersburg, Florida, in the early 60s, my parents went “church shopping,” visiting Methodist churches one after another. Things went awry every time. One church didn’t have a Sunday School. The minister at
By Susan Dixon