Yesterday afternoon, I was the eighth in the carpool lane to pick up the kiddos. Not long after I arrived, I turned off the engine. After all, we aren't supposed to let the car idle. It didn't take long before I felt like I was in a furnace. Outside temps pushed the upper nineties. I… Continue reading Wondering and Waiting
Writing fiction doesn't involve putting out imaginary inventions and that's it. Anyone claiming otherwise is delusional or isn't fully ready to come to terms with the fact that personal or familial details will be broadcasted in no uncertain terms. Writing already qualifies as risky. I'm putting my authentic and real self out there. Even though… Continue reading Risky Writing
I write, because I'm am writer. And at the moment, my largest project is getting book two done. Getting the scenes down has its ups and downs, like any job. I love what I do and get super excited about it. However, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters don't just write themselves. Words don't just flow out… Continue reading The Writer’s Dilemma: Unmasking the Creative Muse
This past weekend, on our regular grocery shopping run, I wanted to pick up some sea scallops, because they were on sale. That day, loads of people wanted seafood. So, I waited. There was no organized line to speak of. It was first come first serve. When my turn was up, I stepped closer to… Continue reading The Best Cut
Not hearing from an agent ready to represent the manuscript for my first novel in adult fiction has been hard. It has put a damper on my creative spirit, and I've struggled with working on the second book without deleting everything I have written. The outline for the book has been done. But, the scenes… Continue reading What? Write? Why?