Life in Málaga—Murals, Actors, Writers, and Book Birthday

Six women standing and holding a large postcard with a book cover printed on it. The book is Ofelia and Norma by Donna Miscolta

September ended with the release of my latest book, Ofelia and Norma. Yay! But the month also included an art walk, a film festival, and of course book and writing stuff. Our self-directed Spanish conversation group, Las Charlatanas, took a walk in the Las Lagunillas barrio just north of the Centro Historico. The neighborhood is…

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Life in Málaga—Life according to Vincent (Van Gogh)

Reflection of the Vincent Van Gogh Museum

June began with a trip to Amsterdam for a European Writers Salon literary meetup that featured a reading, a book crawl, and a canal boat ride with writing prompts. I listened to an eclectic lineup of Dutch, British, Turkish, Italian, North American, and other writers share their work. I bought a book at each stop…

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Life in Málaga—Hey, look at me!

Front anf back cover of the book Ofelia and Norma. Salmon colored illustration on a beige background and green lettering.

It’s been the month of Carnaval, the month of new connections, and the month that begins the hey-look-at-me prelude to the release of my new book. Let’s start with hey, look at me! My new book, my fourth book of fiction, comes out September 29, 2026. That’s eight months of me saying pre-order my book!…

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Life in Málaga—with jaunts to Brussels, Paris, Nantes

Tourists taking pictures and looking at the sites in Grand Place, Brussels

September brought another opportunity for travel, starting with Brussels, where in addition to ogling the sites such as the Grand-Place above, I attended the European Writers Salon yearly conference. I went because I wanted to be in a physical space with other writers. Also, I’d never been to Belgium. I’ve never been to a lot…

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Life in Málaga—Mostly about books

Woman standing at entrance to Libreria Luces, a bookstore in Malaga, Spain.

The Non-Book Stuff The big event in April was Semana Santa but having witnessed the spectacle up close the two previous years, I was happy to give it and the crowds a pass this time. The only procession I watched materialized at 3:30 in the morning a half-block from our apartment as I was awakened…

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