by Ginny Bitting | Jan 18, 2024 | posts
Last September, I flew to Omaha on a research trip for my next book, a novel, Valentine, Nebraska, the story of homesteaders based on my grandmother’s life. At Alamo car rental they said I could choose any Dodge Challenger I wanted. I picked the white one with Texas...
by Ginny Bitting | Sep 21, 2022 | posts
I have been thinking a lot about perspiration, inspiration and the maddening ebb and flow of passion in my writing life. The first line of this post came into my head this morning at 5:30 AM after six weeks capturing vague thoughts on yellow sticky notes. At her book...
by Ginny Bitting | Dec 9, 2021 | posts
This past October, clutching my mug of tea, I surveyed the unpainted pottery bowls and leaves laid out on the table and selected a leaf with curling edges just larger than my hand. The six of us in the workshop painted our pieces. The workshop leader, Trish, planned...
by Ginny Bitting | Apr 29, 2021 | posts
A few days ago, I dared to go into my garden after spending weeks fearing that nothing lived under the layer of oak leaves. Everything must have died a natural death or been eaten from underneath by chipmunks. But a green iris spear poking through made me take a...
by Ginny Bitting | Feb 5, 2021 | posts
During this time of isolation and uncertainty I often find myself trapped between two reactions – outright paranoia or blistering anger. Both drive me either to obsessive cleaning – taking a toothbrush to the grout in the shower – or long walks in the woods behind my...
