Pauline Baird Jones

  • Why Killian B. Brewer wrote Lunch with the Do-Nothings at the Tammy Dinette

    Thanks for giving me the opportunity to talk about why I wrote Lunch with the Do-Nothings at the Tammy Dinette! The simple answer is this book follows that old cliché of “write what you know”. The story grew out of the place I grew up, the people I knew there, and the home I was…

  • Snake Charming My Muse

    Being a writer often feels like snake charming. Yes, I just called my Muse a snake and I will pay for that later. Or possibly right now. Ouch. Yes, paid for it now. I don’t know if other creatives feel a push/pull thing going on with their own brain. To get the words flowing, I…

  • It’s COLD, Baby! #perceptionISeverything

    I grew up in northern Wyoming, which means I grew up familiar with cold winters. In fact, in my memory, all winters were filled with sledding, skating, snowball making and throwing, and anything else our agile young minds could think up. Yes, we made snowmen, but snow forts presented so many more opportunities—at least for…

  • Why Erin Finnegan Wrote Luchador

    I’m sure it sounded strange, following up a wine country romance to set my sights on lucha libre, the extravagant Mexican masked wrestling circuit that combines sport, art, and performance. But the two were actually connected. I was working with a winemaking co-op harvesting and salvaging old Zinfandel vines from a vineyard scheduled for demolition…

  • The #Grandma Who Lived

    The Grandma not only lived, she loved every moment of her holiday #GrandmaProject. Now the aftermath? Being left in an empty house? That is not so great. But it is part of the Circle of Life, so I will be brave (mostly). One of my kids asked me what I was going to do when…

  • Happy Happy New Year One and All!

    May 2017 be filled with family, friends, good health and joy. Perilously yours, Pauline

  • Did You Make It?

    So, it’s the day after Christmas. I’m writing this post before the family arrives, so I can’t verify that I survived the wonderful chaos that is the #GrandmaProject. I will just say that I almost can’t sleep with excitement. For a Grandma, the grandkids arriving is the grownup (old) version of waiting for Santa. Haha…

  • Seeing But Not SEEING

    It’s funny how differently our eyes see things, depending on what is, or has, happened. I’d been in my mom’s office hundreds of times. I’d even got stuff out of this desk, but I never really looked at it, saw it for what it was, until we were emptying their house. It stopped me in…

  • #LightTheWorld

    As I write this post, the light outside is fading fast (why does it seem like the sun disappears faster in the winter?) and I’ve got the fireplace going to keep off the chill. It’s “warmed up” to 28 degrees, and yes, it actually did feel warmer when I went shopping a little bit ago.…

  • My Bad Chemistry

    I have always had an…uneasy relationship with science in all its forms. When I have those “forgot to study for a test” dreams, they are always science classes. So it is rather hilarious that I ended up writing books that are filled with fictional science. It is possible it all started here: In my junior…