Dear Travel, please rescue me. Relight, reignite, rekindle a space that feels dead inside. A place absent of warmth. Absent of light. Travel, I yearn to be awakened. Transformed. To be summoned […]
“For me, there have been times when the act of writing has been an act of faith, a spit in the eye of despair. Writing is not life, but I think that […]
It could be my Irish heritage; you know, that long-suffering tendency toward the suspicion that revealing a joy might bring down the wrath of someone divine. Or, perhaps I should blame the Yankee […]
Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance offers a wide array of fantastic programming for writers, including “Pitch” which offers writers the chance to pitch their manuscripts or book proposals to agents from leading […]
What a magical evening for the island community to gather and celebrate authors and artists, while raising funds for TEIA camperships. Even though waning sunlight gilded the historic club’s wraparound porch, the […]
Prepare yourself for a virtual tour of a magical place, a stone house on a high point of land on an island in Portland Harbor: the Stone House of the Illustration […]
It’s Memorial Day Weekend, the kickoff to summer, and the pivot point in the biorhythm of Peaks Island life. Leisurely strolls down the middle of the road must await late autumn as […]
Scott Kelley’s journey toward publishing “I Am Birch,” a children’s picture book with Islandport Press (2018), began at a moment when nostalgia met three historic photographs. But what happened next was infused by his role as a father to Abbott and by his working relationship with Islandport.
Neatening up the reference files in his Peaks Island studio one evening, artist Scott Kelley came face to face with three photographs that looked back at him and propelled a journey toward becoming the published author of a children’s book.
Walcott’s mention of “each phrase go be soaked in salt” represented well my experience of trying to take notes on the wave- and rain-soaked deck so that I could document the specialized language used aboard the sailing ship and could write the magazine article the way the editor requested. There was no way that I could rely upon my memory for this detail. Given the volume of sea water sloshing about, I couldn’t use the Notes app on my iphone nor could I use a regular notebook. Each moment on the rocking deck and in the hold brimmed with characters, dialogue, and action. I needed a reliable note taking tool.