Betsy Ashton

It’s Pumpkin Season

Fall brings with it cooler weather (eventually), less humidity (eventually) and a desire to stop eating summer food. Gone is interest in burgers on the grill and corn roasting in their husks, replaced by mouths set for chili, stews and and all things pumpkin. Have you...

Thoughts on Buying Books

If you are not a writer or an aspirating writer, this post will likely bore you. It's about buying books for signing events It's targeted to indie and self-published writers, primarily, who travel to book festivals, who stand in the heat and cold, who talk to current...

Cosmic Dis-ease

I don't usually wear my patriotism like a protective cloak, but I will post this after the 15th anniversary of 9/11. An appropriate time to reflect, don't you think? I've always been proud of my country and the ideals on which it was founded. I still am. I am not...

Writing as Catharsis

Over the past few weeks, I've had many conversations with readers about where writers find their ideas. Do we write about ourselves? Do we write about people we know? Do we dig deep into our selves to find the emotions we need for a difficult scene? The answer is...
Tinkering

Tinkering

At dinner the other night, several friends bemoaned how their grandkids don't tinker. They don't take their toys...

Oil

Oil

When did oil become a cult substance? I mean, when did we suddenly need a gazillion oils in order to cook anything? I...