Category Archives: Broken Dolls
Skipping Along the Path to Publication
The opening sentence of Broken Dolls: (That is, if I don’t edit it again!) Nobu knew everything had changed with those words: Japs attack Pearl Harbor. Now, it would be okay for everybody to hate the Japanese. Yesterday, after working … Continue reading
Honor
“All of us can’t stay in the [internment] camps until the end of the war. Some of us have to go to the front. Our record on the battlefield will determine when you will return and how you will be … Continue reading
The Zen of Splitting Wood
The cool, crisp days of autumn have arrived, and that means it’s time to split wood. Squirrels stockpile acorns for the long, cold days ahead. We stack firewood.In the first days of the splitting season, there is a kind of … Continue reading
The Zen of Splitting Wood
The cool, crisp days of autumn have arrived, and that means it’s time to split wood. Squirrels stockpile acorns for the long, cold days ahead. We stack firewood.In the first days of the splitting season, there is a kind of … Continue reading
Hidden Treasures
In the last few days, I’ve been working on a scene in The Red Kimono that centers around the celebration of Obon, a Buddhist custom to honor one’s ancestors. It’s brought back many memories of when I was a teenager … Continue reading
Hidden Treasures
In the last few days, I’ve been working on a scene in The Red Kimono that centers around the celebration of Obon, a Buddhist custom to honor one’s ancestors. It’s brought back many memories of when I was a teenager … Continue reading
Synopsis of Broken Dolls
It hit me on the drive in to work today. What have I done? In the synopsis I originally presented in this blog, I told the ending to the book! My apologies to those of you who already read the … Continue reading
Synopsis of Broken Dolls
It hit me on the drive in to work today. What have I done? In the synopsis I originally presented in this blog, I told the ending to the book! My apologies to those of you who already read the … Continue reading
Sachi’s Letter to Nobu
I’ve come to understand that my characters are like children. They want my undivided attention, and will only agree to “talk” to me if they get just that — undivided attention. So, when I finally sit myself down, open my … Continue reading
Sachi’s Letter to Nobu
I’ve come to understand that my characters are like children. They want my undivided attention, and will only agree to “talk” to me if they get just that — undivided attention. So, when I finally sit myself down, open my … Continue reading
