Sulking in a corner was out of the question. If I'm to be honest, I've thought about it. Could I get away with sobbing? How about weeping? I don't really have time to be pathetic and, well, ugly. I completed the manuscript for the first book in the series almost three weeks ago. It's… Continue reading Whimpering
I've been told that my painting process parallels my writing (fiction) process. So, take a look at the stages of my most recent painting. So, won't you please describe what my writing process looks like?
You would have thought I had asked who had stolen the Mona Lisa, by the explosive storms that raged, when I asked a simple, seemingly benign question. Noise pollution - filled with lies, accusations, and deceit - cluttered the air. Nothing of any significance had been stolen. Nothing. Nothing! These attacks were about an empty box… Continue reading Seeking Sweetness in a Storm
Life has seemed intolerable, wading through miry muck. Dealing with people's written compositions that make little sense has been painful. Pulling random words out of a hat and assembling them on a page would have fared better. At least contradictory claims wouldn't be paraded as arguments. Low expectations would be set. Maybe even a good… Continue reading Making Merry in Miry Muck
Why, oh WHY, is this taking so long? We live in a culture and age where we expect quick results. The faster the better. Companies have capitalized on this, on anything from weight loss to food and beverage delivery. Can't, for whatever reason, wait? I have a friend who orders her drink with the Starbucks… Continue reading Prudence in Process and Progress