Blog Posts for Sandi Ault

Road Trip with Author Sandi Ault

Sandi Ault — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 11:20:45 -0700

While WILD Mystery Author Sandi Ault is avidly researching for her next book, members of the WILD Bunch are contributing guest blogs. This one is from Gillian Driscoll, Ph.D.Road Trip with author Sandi AultBy Gillian DriscollWhen I first moved to the west from England 27 years ago (yikes, has it really been almost 30 years!), I became fascinated with stories of the harrowing journeys of the ...

My Afternoon with Sandi Ault - a guest blog by Patricia Smith Wood

Sandi Ault — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:07:50 -0700

Guest Blog: MY AFTERNOON WITH SANDI AULT by Patricia Wood While author Sandi Ault is working on the next WILD Mystery, guest blogger Patricia Smith Wood provided this WILD Blog: My Afternoon With Sandi Ault By Patricia Smith Wood Those of you who met Sandi Ault at a conference, a book signing, or taking classes from her already know what a gracious person she is. In addition to that, I can ...

The Dead Line

Sandi Ault — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 09:01:57 -0800

I just came out of an extended period in what my staff (The Pack) refers to as "Black Ops." My pack, my friends, and my family all know that when I am on deadline for a book, I don't answer the phone, I don't open my email (I have most of email forwarded to one of The Pack), and, except to make sure my wolf Tiwa gets a little exercise, I definitely don't leave the house unless I'm out ...

Blown Away

Sandi Ault — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 21:23:56 -0800

Here in the Rocky Mountains, we've had record winds. Over at the tiny hamlet of Ward, not but a dozen miles as the raven flies, they clocked the blasts last week at 108mph. That's hurricane force, by anyone's standards. The weather-person says it's the La Niña jet stream that's causing this upheaval. Wind pounds against the side of our cabin each night, the pines groan as they try to bend and ...

Solstice

Sandi Ault — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 16:04:53 -0800

We have had days of snow here in the mountains, but this morning, the sun came out and began to shrink the mounds of white and set the glaciers on the roof to dripping at the eaves. The Ponderosa pines—so thankful for the big drink they have waited for nearly the whole fall—celebrate with shiny green needles and wine-colored cones drunk with snowmelt. I permit myself a few delicious moments ...

Putting Out the Fire

Sandi Ault — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 09:19:17 -0800

Last week, the time came to make some hard choices. I had felt the moment hovering around my peripheral mindspace for months, the tension building, the confusion and chaos and indecision swirling like mist on the slopes of the mountains right before it snows, warning me that change was coming. It didn't strike me unaware, I had seen it building for some time, and I knew it was inevitable, that ...

Moving On - A Tribute to Tony Hillerman

Sandi Ault — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:17:20 -0700

In spite of these tears that will not stop, it is a beautiful morning. The sun spills golden light across the meadow grass, where a dozen ravens have spread out to search for food. Off to one side, both a magpie and a stellar's jay are perched in a lone ponderosa pine, watching. The sky over the shoulder of the mountains is achingly blue. My phone rings, and rings again. Emails ping into my ...

Stumbling Down Deer

Sandi Ault — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 11:53:00 -0700

One night last week, a young, four-point buck stumbled onto a narrow stretch of mountain back road a few feet in front of my car. The deer teetered on long, slender legs that failed to move him forward according to his bidding, and he collapsed onto the dirt and gravel, one of his antlers broken, his mouth wet with dark moisture which began to slowly drip from his lower lip. I got out of my car ...

Bearly There

Sandi Ault — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:14:35 -0700

I watch a raven perch on a large green pottery dish I have set out on a stump just at the edge of the woods. I fill the dish for the birds most days with water from one of the rain barrels. It is the hot, dry, dangerous height of summer in the mountains. The raven dips a black beak into the liquid and drinks, repeating this gesture over and over again, returning upright after each sip to survey ...