Memories are funny things

When I moved from Colorado to Massachusetts back in 2006, I had good intentions of exploring the area. Then I got a job, settled into my apartment, made friends, and my goal of getting out and about got shoved to the side for life and routine.

Then in 2011, I discovered we were being moved to London. All of a sudden, all of the places I wanted to see became a priority.

One of them was Walden Pond.

Eight years later, now that I’m back in Massachusetts, I’m trying to be better about reconnecting with the US and the places I liked.

Recently, I returned to Waldon Pond. In 2011, we were there on a rainy day. In 2019, it was hot and sunny. It wasn’t until I checked the dates in preparation for this post that I realized I went in the same month (May) both times. I could have sworn the first time occurred in the fall because my memories revolve around being cold and wet. Memories are funny things, and the older I get, the fuzzier everything gets.

Here are some photos from my most recent excursion.


Here’s a replica of his home.

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How can something so pretty cause so much misery?

It’s that time of year again when I constantly have to blow my nose and clear my throat. On top of that, I always seem to have a persistent slight headache and sinus pressure. For as long as I can remember, spring hits me hard. I know this. But every spring, I’m always taken aback by how miserable I am.

This is my first spring back in Massachusetts in eight years. I’d forgotten how much more I suffer in the Bay State. My first spring in Boston back in 2007 knocked me on my ass, and I was prescribed three types of allergy meds. The combination only alleviated the symptoms to make spring bearable.

I’m back on the three medicines, and it’s possible there’s some whining involved.

Given my track record with spring, you may think it’s my least favorite season. It’s not. The opposite, actually. It’s one of my favorite times of the year. While I can’t have fresh flowers in my home ever, I absolutely love them.

Here are some photos of spring flowers. They’re so pretty it’s impossible to hate them.

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The Garden of the Living

In my last blog post, I mentioned posting photos from the Cotswolds trip I went on with Clare Lydon and Harper Bliss. I do plan to share them but closer to the publication of my Cotswolds novel, which is being critiqued.

Today, I want to tell you about my weekend in Concord, Massachusetts. Even though I lived in Boston, which is about twenty-five minutes away, for six years, I didn’t spend much time in Concord. In fact, I only went when I found out we were moving to the UK. It’s so easy to take places for granted.

Now that I’m back in Massachusetts, I want to explore a bit more. Hence, why I spent a weekend in Concord. It’s a cute town with lots of history. Just in case you don’t know, I’m a history nut!

I moseyed over to the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, dedicated in 1855.  This cemetery has several famous authors buried here, including Louisa May Alcott, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Henry David Thoreau. I don’t remember the pens stuck in the ground around Alcott’s grave during my previous visit.

The designers of Sleepy Hollow had close relationships with many members of the Transcendentalism movement, which influenced their design.  According to Emerson, who’d attended the dedication, the end result was, “The garden of the living.”  The cemetery does indeed have a garden feel and many of the trees, plants, and moss were left untouched. 

At one point, I noticed a man and woman, with their dog, returning from a wooded area in the back part of the cemetery, and being the curious type, I decided to see where they’d been. Turns out there’s a dirt trail. I only had on flip-flops, but that didn’t deter me from exploring a bit. When I spied another path that was less traveled, I opted for it. There was quite a bit of brush and fallen branches, so I ended up leaving some blood behind after cutting a toe.

But the history nerd inside me did a happy dance when I found a marker saying the colonial militia had passed through the fields during the Revolutionary War. My injured toe was nothing to what many had gone through during the war.

I wonder where in Massachusetts I’ll explore next.

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A quiet place for exploring and contemplation

Back in 2011, when I moved to Earl’s Court in London, I used to walk through Brompton Cemetery every day with my dog, Miles. I appreciated it since it was a peaceful refuge in my neighborhood. Miles enjoyed not having to deal with the red busses or trash trucks. Man, he hated those and would bark up a storm.

During our strolls, I would mull over whatever story I was working on. One part of the writer’s life that took some getting used to when I went full-time was the fact I never seemed to stop working. When I had an office job, my brain was able to shut out work-related things after I’d clocked out.

As a writer, that’s not the case. Before I actually set about writing and publishing, it wasn’t unusual for me to concoct stories during my downtime. But, when I became a professional writer, the stories I used to fabricate for fun morphed into the source of my livelihood, adding pressure.  

It can be somewhat draining to always work or think about work. However, it’s also exciting to support myself via my writing. And, wandering through the beautiful grounds of Brompton, thinking about the next twist in a story—well, it’s awfully hard to whinge (one of my favorite British words I picked up) about that.

Now that I’m no longer in the UK, I have to find different walking places to spark my imagination. Although, last month, while in London, I popped over to Brompton Cemetery for old times’ sake. I was about to dive into a new writing project, and it seemed fitting to let the ideas for my Cotswolds novel percolate in my head during my stroll.  

Afterward, I headed to my old local pub to jot down ideas. 

A month later, the novel is taking shape. Soon, I’ll share some photos from my weekend trip to the Cotswolds with Clare Lydon, Harper Bliss, and her Mrs.

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The London Book Fair

The first time I attended The London Book Fair was way back in 2012. And I found it completely by happenstance. At the time, I lived in Earl’s Court and I would take my dog Miles (who sadly passed a few years ago) by the Earl’s Court Exhibition Centre, where the book fair used to be. One day, while escorting Miles to Brompton Cemetery, I spied a sign announcing The London Book Fair would be there the following week.

At the time, I hadn’t published my first book, but I was working on A Woman Lost, and I thought attending would be a good experience as a wannabe published author.

Truthfully, I was sold when I saw the words: book fair.

My first time, I had no idea what to expect. Turned out, I really enjoyed it. Surprise! A book lover fancied a book fair.

Some photos from this trip:

I kept going over the years, until we moved to Dublin in 2016 for eighteen months.

During that time, I started the website I Heart Lesfic and began reaching out to other lesfic authors via email.

Many friendships developed from those emails, including ones with Clare Lydon and Harper Bliss.

In 2018, after moving back to London, I met up with Clare and Harper at the London Book Fair, and we had a blast. This year we attended again. Also, the three of us, along with Harper’s Mrs., traveled to the Cotswolds together in a minivan. It’s hard to get more lesbian than that! The purpose of the trip was to scout out a setting for a series the three of us are working on together.

(From left: Harper Bliss, Clare Lydon, and TB Markinson)

Over the next few months, I’ll share more about the series.

For now, I’ll end with the thought you never know how one thing, like stumbling upon an event, can lead to life-changing events. Embrace experiences, even if they don’t change your professional life, because the friendships you find along the way are so very worth it.

(From left: TB Markinson, Clare Lydon, Harper Bliss, and Harper’s Mrs.)

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A picturesque writing retreat

A few weeks ago, I went on a writing retreat in Hull, Massachusetts. Hull is a town in Plymouth County, and it’s located on the southern edge of Boston Harbor. Most people flock to Hull in the summer, and famous visitors way back in the day included Calvin Coolidge and former Boston mayor John F. Fitzgerald. For those who don’t know, I’m a huge American political history nut, so these connections made me smile.

I went in February, which may sound insane to most of you. Why go to a beach town in the middle of a New England winter?

I needed time away, and I wanted to be close to the ocean. I grew up in Southern California. Salt water flows in my veins. (Okay, this is a slight exaggeration, but I’m a writer, so…)

Each day, I woke relatively early for me (I’m a self-proclaimed morning hater) and had breakfast. Afterward, I worked on an outline for an upcoming writing project. Around two in the afternoon, I went for a stroll along the beach for a couple of hours. After returning to my hotel, I continued working for a few more hours. I rounded out the day by reading a research book for the third book in The Chosen One series, which I’m starting later this year.

Some photos of my walks on the beach:

One day, I only worked for a few hours in the morning, went for a twelve-mile walk along the beach, and then made my way to Fort Revere, which includes the remnants of two seacoast fortifications situated on Telegraph Hill. One of them dates back to the American Revolution, and once the history nerd inside me learned this, there was no way I could skip seeing it. I selected the sunniest day of my retreat to visit.

Along the way was this beautiful resting place. 

Here are photos of the snow-covered fortifications and grounds.

The sunset on my walk back to the hotel.

As for the outline, last week I started drafting the novel, and the project will eventually involve Clare Lydon and Harper Bliss. I’m super excited about it. Keep an eye out for more details.

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The weather this summer has been fab

Usually, London summers have a few days here and there of blissful semi-warm temps and sun. This summer​, it’s been consistently hot. I’m not a huge fan of roasting (spring and fall are my favorite seasons), but I’ve been doing my best to get out and about to enjoy the sights.

I hope wherever you are, you’re enjoying life. 

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