Linda K Sienkiewicz

Writing life, line by line

Handsewn Treasures

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Mom was a saver Thelma was sentimental. She'd saved so many of my favorite toys, books, artwork, cards, and dolls... even a confirmation dress and two prom gowns, in her basement and bedroom closets. When she passed away in 2013, I brought the boxes back to my house and tucked them away in a closet, intending to go through them later. Recently I pulled out … [Read more...]

How I used Hungarian cursing in my first novel

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You never know where research will take you: My friend and fellow poet Olga Klekner taught me about Hungarian cursing when I was writing In the Context of Love. As the Hungarian heartthrob Joe tells young Angelica about his immigrant father, “Hungarians curse better than anyone else. No one bothers sending anyone to hell. That’s too gentle. They say, 'May God’s horse put his dick up your ass.' … [Read more...]

What Not to Ask an Author

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The questions that some people think are okay to ask of authors is astounding! How many? How many books have you sold? It's a surprisingly common question authors get asked. Sometimes it's from people who most likely don't know what the numbers even mean. Exactly how many book sales equal "success"? 1,000? 10,000? 100,000 or more? Do they want to know if being an author has made me … [Read more...]

Wading into Writing for Children: the start of my picture book Gordy and the Ghost Crab

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It began with a Ghost Crab Incident On a family vacation last summer, my daughter took my then 8-year old granddaughter and 3-year old grandson to the beach after dusk to look for Atlantic ghost crabs (they're most active in the evening). Dozens of them were skittering around, and it was fun watching them until a large crab startled Oliver by running across the top of … [Read more...]

Birthdays After You Lose a Child

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I vividly remember the moment Derek was born. The doctor laid him across my chest and there he was, my first baby -- his round face like a pale moon, his eyes open and unblinking, his little body warm and wet, his heart beating against my bare skin. I won't ever forget his first smile, his first word (It was butterfly, and I have a witness), and his first steps in the wooded acre behind our … [Read more...]