Welcome to Love of Place. Most of my work celebrates our connection to the natural world.

Most recently, my Knocking on Heaven's Door is the winner in the category of science fiction in the 2016 New Mexico/Arizona Book Awards and in the category of fiction in the 2016 Arizona Authors Association Awards. A number of reviewers have been enthusiastic, including the website Geeks of Doom, which makes me smile. Not many people know me as a geek of doom! But I am happy to embrace the complexity of my personality.

I'm also so pleased that Diary of a Citizen Scientist: Chasing Tiger Beetles and Other New Ways of Engaging the World has been awarded the 2016 John Burroughs Medal for Distinguished Nature Writing, as well as the 2014 WILLA Award for Creative Nonfiction from Women Writing the West.

My historical fantasy Teresa of the New World won the 2015 Arizona Authors Association Award for best Children's Literature and was a finalist for the New Mexico/Arizona Book Award for Children's Literature, the WILLA Award for Children's Literature, and the May Sarton Award for Children's Literature.

These are nice landmarks in a writer's life. I would be writing regardless--but, still, whew. It's good to have some encouragement.

Feel free to contact me at http://www.sharmanaptrussell.com or through my author Facebook page, Sharman Apt Russell.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Running on a trail today along the Gila River and listening to music: Para bailar La Bamba; catclaw are always sharper than I remember; Para bailar La Bamba; sycamore like a white-limbed goddess; Se necessita una poca de gracia; trail running is so wonderful; Una poca de gracia; if I fell here, though, it would be a long limp back to the car; Para mi, para ti, ay arriba, ay arriba; this is one of my favorite songs, which really dates me, but who cares?; Ay, arriba arriba; I’m so grateful I can still do this after giving up running for ten years with a bad back in my forties, but now, amazing, being sixty-one and running again; Por ti sere, por ti sere, por ti sere; is that a twinge in my knee?; Yo no soy marinero; the mighty Gila River!; Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan; don’t start thinking about lunch now, you have four miles to go; Soy capitan, soy capitan; the tips of the cottonweed trees glowing orange; Bamba, bamba; high cirrus clouds like friendly doodles in the sky; Bamba, bamba; I’m so lucky; Bamba, bamba, Para bailar La Bamba!

1 comment:

PCallen said...

Thanks for sharing life on the trail, both inside and outside your head!