Author: kerrilynn123

• The farmer

  We stand at the edge of a field washed in soft colours of gold and green. Gentle mountain slopes cage… Read more.

• Cain

  The air is chilly and I rub my arms, hovering as near the flames as I can without overstepping myself.… Read more.

• The Campfire

  I tuck myself into the boat, huddling down into the bow, making myself as small as possible, and I wait.… Read more.

• The Gate

  If you were to walk into the 1980s, and travel up the north fork to a little ranch beside the… Read more.

• The First Word

  It turns out I am not the kind of person that can just write a blog about a book; the… Read more.

• I always start with the Earth

  In Grade 4, sitting at a wobbly desk, the air full of old banana peels and RUBBER glue, writing a… Read more.

• To Start at the Beginning…

  My hunt for The Bookmaker began 10 years ago in the early days of fall. Like all beginnings, there are… Read more.

• Character Sketch

  Character sketch built on random rock words I pulled out of my bowl of rocks. What can you imagine? Read more.

• And…

  A little bit about the word And… Read more.

• The Call

  What happens when you pick random words to put together? Read more.