I’m warmly ensconced at an Italian restaurant in Lee’s Summit, Missouri. I came t0 town to hear Elizabeth Gilbert speak and do some focused work away from the distractions at home. But after three days of my own company, I had to get out of the hotel. It’s pouring rain, which means I am the [...]
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Barbara Samuel O'Neal is the author of more than thirty award-winning novels, including THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS and A native of Colorado, Barbara loves teaching, travel, reading, writing, yoga, walking, food, cooking, photography and...okay, reality television. |
As you may have guessed, I’ve gone slightly underground to finish the book-in-progress, 100 Breakfasts, which is due in six short weeks. Last weekend, I spent three days in Pasadena, mostly holed up with the manuscript, combing and combing, unbraiding and reweaving. In the spirit of my friend Anne Stuart, who often keeps track of [...] Yesterday, weary of the restlessness that has followed me around for two days, I gave up the pretense of getting some pages one and drove to the downtown library. They had a particular book I wanted, but the destination was less the point than the escape. [...] This became very long. Sometimes, a musing requires more time. I hope you’ll enjoy walking with me through the outback. Since my return from Oz, the memory images that rise most insistently are about the days at Ylarra. When I finally emptied my suitcase, the bottom was covered with a fine layer of red dust, and [...] P1000710 Originally uploaded by A writer afoot Since I can’t figure out any other way to do it, and I’m stuck waiting for a plane out of Ayers Rock, here’s the photo that should go with the Devils post. Might be a bit too jetlagged to blog properly, but here is a photo for you.
Melbourne skyline last night. Very pretty downtown, shiny skycrapers and towers of offices.
And another photo, the first foodie pic:
I’m not sure what it is, but pretty, no?
Thanks to mixup in electronic ticketing, I was bumped from my original LAX to [...] Two days to go before I leave for Australia. What are my goals? What are my expectations? Goals: To be like a sponge, wide open and without judgment, and absorb absolutely everything for sorting [...] |
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