Kate Betterton

A writer would rather write than do much of anything else. Writing is her gift to the world, a legacy and memorial.

There's a story about the king of an ancient kingdom in Asia--Japan or China, I don't remember which. This king is a poet, and he wants to leave a legacy of his (more…)

A few days ago I was noodling on Amazon, and noticed a new review on WHERE THE LAKE BECOMES THE RIVER's page. It was a generous and kindly bit of feedback, by a woman named Carol, out in Oregon. I lived in the Pacific Northwest (Seattle) for a couple of decades before moving back (more…)

On the set of North Carolina Bookwatch, the sound man, discreet as a fine tailor, mikes you by placing a transciever the size of a cell phone just below your waistband at the back, and a tiny mike on your lapel.

The room is cavernous and dark beyond the hyper-brightly lit stage set of (more…)

Years back, when I lived in Seattle, a certain graffito adorned buildings around town: "The urge to buy terrorizes you." Being a non-consuming sort, the urge to buy in fact did not terrorize me. However, the phrase stuck in my head, much as had a graffito in large white letters painted on the bricks (more…)

I've kept dream journals for many years. There are certain landscapes and buildings I've revisited many times on the Dream Plane. One of these is the great Library in the Sky, as I think of it.
It's a lovely, classical Greek building full of light, with many rooms--a library and museum combined. It (more…)

What is it about libraries? They're such cool places. The Chapel Hill Library just hosted an Author Tea for me, and it was a wonderfully enjoyable event (see Newsletter.)

The house I grew up in was a bit like a library, with bookshelves in just about every room, and voracious readers of all ages (more…)