Mosaic Method Workshop in Asheville, NC

Jack Whitten Mosaic Art

 Are you stuck in the middle of a novel? Are you having trouble starting a writing project? Do you just want to crack open your writing in a different way? This workshop is for you. Lindsey Lane’s Mosaic Method asks the writer to explore the deepest parts of their manuscript or story idea.

Specificity makes a story come alive. The more detailed a story, the more enthralled a reader is. Writing by mosaic is a process of writing from prompts, that are specifically curated to each writer’s individual project. Lindsey makes an investment in each writer. Two weeks before the workshop, each writer emails her a synopsis of their project followed by a thirty minute phone conference, where Lindsey interviews them about the story, the characters, the setting, and central themes, from which she creates the unique prompts.

At the workshop, each writer will receive an envelope full of mosaic moments. Together, we will write like our fingers are on fire. By the end of the workshop, each writer will have more fully developed nuggets of their story, which will inspire the story as a whole.

This workshop is designed for those at the beginning of any writing project, to writers who have plotted an entire book. This workshop is not about teaching craft. It is about each writer exploring unknown crevices in their story so that it will come alive with specificity.

For more information and to sign up, click here.

Here’s what some writers say about the Mosaic Method:

“Lindsey found a dozen ways for me to enter my work-in-progress, ways that I would never have seen. It’s not like angles, more like a prism, with each particle a brilliant beam of light. The light splashes, the muse sings, the story emerges. I can’t wait to do it again.” Kathi Appelt, Author, The Underneath

“By suggesting myriad entry points, Lindsey Lane’s Mosaic Method helped me see the vivid details and full dimensionality of my story as if by magic. It’s ingenious.” Liz Scanlon, Author, All The World

“I participated in Lindsey Lane’s “Writing by Mosaic” workshop, and it was magical. Even before the workshop began, I was astonished by and grateful for Lindsey’s generosity in spending so much time in coming to understand this little spark of an idea I hoped to pursue, and in pondering the possibilities of the project. There was something so special, too, about the way the day was structured. I loved the envelope with the secret questions, which were wise and inviting. I loved the bursts of writing, interspersed with resting and talking. New characters and plot complications absolutely sprang from my pen, er, laptop. By the end of the day, I had several new scenes and a larger web on which to hang my story, and I was fired up to write more. When the group shared what we’d done, we discovered that, for each of us, the workshop had been transformative. If you have a chance to do “Mosaics” with Lindsey, I advise you to snap it up immediately!” Susan Fletcher, Author, Alphabet of Dreams

“Mosaic was a transformative experience. Truly. Lindsey’s prompts opened up secrets, possibilities, and new directions I never thought to take my story. I was totally energized by the work. Best of all, because I left the workshop with fresh perspectives and words, there was joy, not fear, as I returned to the manuscript the next day. Now I want to “Mosaic” every book I write.” Anne Bustard, Author, Blue Skies

“In Lindsey Lane’s “Writing by Mosaic” workshop she asks unique questions specific to each person’s work (we all got our own envelopes and prompts) and then gives space and time to dive deep. I was able to unearth new insights into my process and my story in a safe, inspiring atmosphere that seemed a bit like magic, but was a result of careful cultivation of each writer’s heart. Lindsey cares about people, and their work, and that makes all the difference.” Meredith Davis, Author, Her Own Two Feet

Poetry Month – April 30, 2022

I am ending the month with a haiku, tipping my hat to Liz Scanlon who asked me to join the celebration of Poetry month several years ago by writing haiku . Thank you, friend.


A very long thread
looped pulled and tightened. a knot
tied on the last day.

©Lindsey Lane

Poetry Month – April 29, 2022

There is less birdsong. There are fewer honey bees. Wildlife is in decline. Global warming is very real. As our homes and our lives become threatened by tornados, floods and fires, we have created our very own Solomon’s choice: what will we save: ourselves or the world around us?


One black bird
Wheels and glides
The grey sky

One black bird
Scans and drifts
Naked empty branches

One black bird spins
Without its flock
A motionless earth.

©Lindsey Lane

Poetry Month – April 28, 2022

This poem was written after the Healing Trauma Class with the Truth Be Told Facilitators. We were asked to draw what love looked like then, now and in the future. Because I suck at drawing, this…


A trapeze act
A highwire escapade
A jitterbug dance
Swung from the rafters
Sometimes caught
Sometimes dropped
Always jumping in
For another twirl
Another step into
Arms hands lips
Back arched
Closer, closer, closer
Oh yes

A slow dance
A hip swaying
Fine Swing
Center of the floor
Hip to hip
Close but not too
Hand in hand
A stroll
An easy tour
Always able to look each other in the eye
As we walk
At day’s end
Into each other’s arms

A banked fire
Winter outside pressing
On the window panes
Curling around each other
Like smoke
Like silk
Like worn fleece in slippers
Padding upstairs then down
With tea, with cookies, with ice cream
With little gifts everyday
To see that smile
That one smile

©Lindsey Lane

Poetry Month – April 27, 2022

Obviously, my sister did not see this poem before she died but I think she would have liked it.


My sister called them the weather terrorists
She’d rail at how
They’d whip us into a frenzy
make us hide in a cellar
Stay at home
Peek out windows in fear
And pffffft
One flake
One drop
Not even a good blow.
Drove her nuts
It was the last thing she said to me
As I made my way from a gully washer in Texas
To a thunder bumper in Ohio
Don’t listen to those damn weather terrorists, she said.
You know what their problems is?
They get the ass end of the eight-minute news spot.
All they have is a map, a pointer stick and sweeping gestures.
So they make the weather sound worse that it is.
Attention getting nitwits.
She watched a lot of weather rush by her bedroom window
While the storm of cancer circled her uterus
And marched up the inferior vena cava like a slow-moving front
Eventually she had a stroke
The barometer in her brain
Couldn’t regulate the flood of chemo
or the high tide of cancer cells.
When I kissed her say goodbye
She couldn’t speak
There was only a tear
One tear
Rolling down her face.

©Lindsey Lane

Libby 1946-2011