My husband and I are frequent (OK, make that almost daily) visitors to N.E. Minneapolis’ #Spyhouse. It’s at the edge of Minneapolis’ Arts District; they serve the best darned coffee anywhere to my way of thinking. I’m always impressed at the numbers of folks who are busy at laptops, apparently writing. #Nina’s in St. Paul is another location that so many folks have found to be conducive to writing, so much so that they feature a sign: “If you’ve written all or part of your book here, sign here.” Maybe it’s due to #subTextbooks downstairs, a favorite privately owned bookstore. #JJ’s Coffee and Wine Bistro shares space with Minnesota Center for Book Arts and The Loft Literary Center, a nationally renowned resource for writers. The collection of handmade books alone in MCBA’s shop is enough to inspire even the most blocked writer. I love sitting in these places. I think about writing. I brainstorm ideas. Sometimes I even jot them down! But write? Nope; I need the non-interruptive solitude of my desk at home. So, the question remains: Why am I blogging when I should be working on my book? Alas, the eternal question of the Professional Procrastinator.



I returned in 2010 from a vacation in Mexico filled with trepidation. Forty-eight hours prior to that return flight, I’d experienced a sudden and alarming change in my vision; “wonky” is how I described it to the team of specialists I’d soon see. CageB&W is available through Blurb.com, and if I can figure out how to format it, it’ll be available as an e-reader shortly after that. It’s snarky and funny because that’s how I get through trying times.  Here are a couple of comments from folks who agree with me (bless their literature-lovin’ hearts): 

“An engaging telling of a life changing event. Beautifully written with a sense of humor and purpose. Judy paints, with words, exactly how a couple gets through some terrifying times.”      ~~Kathleen Daughan, painter

    “A truthful and gifted writer, Judy shares her world shattering journey as a woman with a brain tumor in a way that made me laugh, cry, cringe and smile. It’s a memorable and ultimately, life affirming story.”      ~~Donna Tabbert Long, writer