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Packing up has begun over here at the Coconut Chronicles. Slowly, I am organizing posts and putting them into boxes. I seal them with tape and mark in black felt pen “Bahamas”, “Florida”, “Ucluelet”, “Baja”, and so on. There are … Continue reading
“Is everything okay with you?” My dear friend Pat asked this of me on Sunday evening. As well as being one of my best friends in the universe, he is also a regular Coconut Chronicles reader and he noted that … Continue reading
Any student of the writing craft will, at some point, encounter the phrase writing process, often shortened to simply process. “What’s your process?” We learn that every author has their own unique process that takes them from blank page to … Continue reading
“I’m not feeling it.” These words, written by my friend and co-author Josh, were like a bucket of cold water being dumped on my head. Here we were, sixteen chapters into the outline for our fifth and final novel in … Continue reading
150 My friend Helmi introduced me to this number more than a decade ago. 150, also known as the Dunbar number, is the maximum number of people a human can have in their social group. Of course, like any sociological … Continue reading
“No one talks about what happens when following your passion leads you off a cliff.” ~ Twitter user whose name I cannot recall I suspect, because humans are creative and curious by nature, that we have been dreaming big and … Continue reading
From 2010 to February 2015, I wrote as if possessed. Every spare moment was writing. When I wasn’t writing, I was thinking about writing. Even reading became difficult because inevitably I would stumble across a sentence, theme, or plot twist … Continue reading