Carolyn Kephart, Her Blog

Time's winged chariot rumbles on, and the ruts of its wheels have marked yet another of my existential anniversaries (September 1, whi...

(Free tales, chapters, and updated information  here .) Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! ~ Alice in Wonderland "You know, you r...

Note to self: blog more. It's been an unconscionable while since your last post, and you always have some random observation to make tha...

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls ea...

I've been away a while, but hope to be posting with greater frequency than has been the case for the past few years. The following is n...

( Free fiction and other writing can be found here .) It's been ages since I last blogged -- certainly not for lack of material, since I...

(For more of my writing, click here .) "The wind i s cold, the year i s old, the tre es whisper together.. ." ~The In credible St...

  (Read my short fiction, book chapters and latest news  here .) “ Succès d'estime : a success in terms of critical appreciation, as o...

     It isn't a normal Facebook day without at least a half-dozen memes adorning my news feed, usually of pets, babies, or well-known en...

     I can't believe it's been this long since I last blogged. So far summer has kept me busy in far too many non-writing ways, but ...

     Spring always jump-starts me. The winter doldrums get packed away along with the woolies, and inspired by emergent beauty I become ener...

By happy coincidence it's World Book Day and I'm spotlighted on D. P. Prior's blog! Check it out at http://dpprior.blogspot.com...

See anything different about my blog? (Hint: it's on the address bar.) I'm having fun with favicons lately. Blogger has a generato...

"Lutes, Laurels, Seas of Milk, and Ships of Amber." ~Belvidera in her mad scene, from Thomas Otway's tragedy Venice Preserv...

(Information about my other writing can be found  here . Happy reading!) Will you wear orange, my dear oh dear, And will you wear orange, J...