This bundle took me by surprise. I had to do a double take. The sunlight wasn't hitting a certain way to make the petals glitter. It was visible no matter the angle. I even felt the petals to make sure the blossoms were real, and they were. I walked away stumped, having never seen glittery… Continue reading Glitter
A good friend, the kiddos, and I were at the Butterfly Pavilion this afternoon, when I stared at a dead leaf butterfly and experienced an epiphany. I had confessed recently to you about my dreading, grudging attitude toward writing my synopsis and query. You can review it here: Whimpering. That problem isn't anyone's but mine.… Continue reading Spreading My Wings
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
These are some of the books I'd like to read, in no particular order: V. E. Schwab's A Darker Shade of Magic. Victor Hugo's Les Misérables Lisa See's Shanghai Girls Gregory Maguire's Wicked Gabriel García Márquez's Love in the Time of Cholera Donald Maass's The Emotional Craft of Fiction Jessica Shattuck's The Women in the Castle Nancy Rue's The Reluctant Prophet Clarissa Pinkola… Continue reading Current Readings
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?
I'm thankful for the writing advances I've made. That's how it's going to be today. It's about gratitude and giving credit to the good that's present. *** I don't know in the grand scheme of things how I'm doing on my leg of publicity for that some-day publisher that hopefully will publish my fiction works.… Continue reading Itty Bitty Butterfly Blazing Brightly
Not seriously silly. Serious silly. *** Today's post is brought to you by my writing muse. Mine's a girl in pigtails, wearing some sort of dress. What it looks like depends on the day. I thought she's eight. But, much has indicated she's closer to six. She has the playful heart of a six year… Continue reading Serious Silly