Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Category: Home Fires

  • Twitter, Eating, and Me

    This is pretty funny, but I have acquired a following on Twitter. Even though I do not Twitter. It cracks me up. I joined briefly a while ago and then didn’t do anything with it, so I opted out. Or so I thought. So, just in case you decide to follow me, I won’t be…

  • A Big Fat Storm

    Heard the hail against the windows before I looked outside and saw the wind blowing sideways; it looked like clouds of rain puffing by. Like the sky tipped upside down and was rushing by me in a big hurry to get someplace else. I felt a little like Dorothy tripping to Oz. After about an hour, the storm blew…

  • Sleeping Alone

    My husband Al snores. He also talks in his sleep in some intelligible language and steals blankets. He thrashes around like he’s trying to run and once elbowed me in the cheek. Plus his feet when exposed to air are mildly malodorous. And yet, sleeping without him is the way I miss him most when he’s…

  • Chakra Love

    What does the practice of yoga have to do with writing? Not a thing for some people, but for me, it’s vital. Writing is a sedentary practice, and yoga gets me moving, wakes up a body that far too often is stuck in my story-making mind. But there’s more to it than that. In fact, yoga just might have saved my…

  • Updates

    Mike finished the marathon in five hours!! I have 28 students in my class and several more on a wait list. Wrote a five page syllabus today. Still haven’t worked out the problem with my WIP plot. Have been reading up a storm, which usually helps when trying to work out plot problems. Am considering leaving the hole…