My latest book is done. And yet, I’m letting that manuscript collect dust in a corner of my office.
I'm sorry for my absence. I love writing here, but I don't love rigid blogging schedules. I need to come up with something that falls between writing schedule and easy breezy. In the meantime, I have things to share!
This weekend, I ignored the beautiful weather outside as much as I could and planted my butt in chair for two full days of solid editing.
When I published my first book, I wasn’t a newbie to public critiques. I worked for a newspaper and wrote a column on parenting - two places where trolls live in the comments section. I knew how horrible people could be, and had developed a somewhat thick skin over it. Don’t get me wrong, it never feels good when someone publicly blasts your parenting decisions or even your children. But you just have to keep reminding yourself that trolls feed on creating a reaction. Delete, and move on. It's different with reviews, though...
The tools and strategies I use in my writing and story planning process.
On November 29, after months of early mornings, meticulous plotting, and long writing sessions, I finally reached the final scene of my book....
Masked up! A photo of my son and me. I definitely owe you all an update. I feel like this year has slipped past me, all while still feeling like it’s the year that will never end. How can it be already December when it’s still March? That’s honestly how it feels. My biggest update … Continue reading For the Birds, NaNoWriMo, and other updates
Excerpt from my current novel in progress, For the Birds. Photo by Hannah Porter on Unsplash While Meadow freshened up in the bathroom, I did a quick dust job of the canopy of branches over the bed, then changed the sheets. By the time she came out, the bed was turned down, the room bathed in the soft … Continue reading Short Story: The Tree Bed
If you’re a writer and ready to give up, read this first. Photo: Viktoriya Bezhan / Shutterstock I know you’re tired. I know you have times when you wonder what the point is. You wake up early, stare at that blank page, and aren’t sure why you even bother. You have things you want to say, … Continue reading What’s the Point of Writing?
“Edison McIntyre,” he said in his thick accent, affecting my heartbeat as he clasped my hand in his. The amused squint of his eyes didn’t help, our secret history flowing between us, unbeknownst to Mr. Finnigan. “Charles has told me all about you,” Sonny continued. “I look forward to us working together." ...