Author Archives: Charlene DAvanzo

I dedicate today’s post to George Smith, ground-breaking Maine outdoorsman, tireless writer of outdoor activities, travel and legislative issues, and director of the Sportsman’s Alliance of Maine for nearly two decades. George died this week at 72 following his ALS … Continue reading →

Like so many these days, I’m not sleeping like I used to. For the most part, it’s not pandemic worries that keep me awake at three in the morning. Instead, it’s what I’ll call “the new book syndrome”. I’m working … Continue reading →

Of the very few books that are enduring residents on my night table Bill Bryon’s “A History of Nearly Everything” sits right on top. At 500-plus pages, it’s no small read so I’ll have bedtime company for a long while. … Continue reading →

One of the things I miss most in pandemic-time is my weekly visit to the local (Yarmouth) library. It’s a pilgrimage to a venerable 1908 brick building in the center of town where I climb stairs to a hushed second … Continue reading →

If there’s one often-asked question that especially bugs authors I think it’d be “where do you get your ideas from?”. Stated that way, it sounds like people think there’s a special place where you can buy them.  The truth is … Continue reading →

During this stressful, bizarre time we all need to escape and immerse ourselves in something engrossing. As I’ve said before, what better way to do that than with books?  For ideas, I’ve assembled a short list of “covid reads” in … Continue reading →

Why do writers write? Certainly, reasons differ for each of us and motives morph with time, but given the shared polestar of this blog I’ll have a go at the question anyway.     Inspired by what they believe is important, … Continue reading →

What’s like opening day that doesn’t, a curtain rise that won’t, the new moon that refuses to appear? For an author it is, of course, the book launch that never really happens. Yup, Book Four in my Oceanographer Mara Tusconi … Continue reading →

My absolutely-favorite-place-in-Maine is Stonington. Famous for lobstering and granite quarrying, the town sits at the tip of Deer Isle. Out on the water you can see Acadia National Park to the north. For me Stonington is “kayak heaven”. For twenty-five … Continue reading →

I was rifling through my messy bookcase earlier today when a paperback tumbled onto the floor. I picked up Agatha Christie’s “Death On The Nile” – the one in which vacationing Hercule Poirot solves a murder aboard a streamer on … Continue reading →