I've been working on Book 2: reading, brainstorming, researching, plotting points, and taking care of my artist self (taking photographs with my film camera, trying different coffee shops). That has been well and good. No problem there. If I'm to be honest though, I've been hesitant in moving full steam ahead with Book 2. Why?… Continue reading Moving Past Rejection
I'm writing adult fiction, magical realism specifically. My desire is to cultivate a community — whether in writing, here, or in person — where people can be transparent and real, while also giving hope, showing that love in all its complexity exists and inviting the imagination out to play. All I need from you is: be willing… Continue reading Willing
For a few years, I worked on the manuscript to my first novel in a series of adult fiction, magical realism specifically. And then, someone with much more writing and publishing experience came alongside me and became my writing mentor. For nearly a year, this brilliant and talented individual guided me, and I kicked… Continue reading Random Roller Coaster Ride
I chose five shots from the photo shoot (including fifty photographs) the amazing Jeremy, over at Jeremy Rill Photography, took of me recently. I'm planning on using the head shot(s) for book-related, professional publications. Which one is your favorite, second favorite, and so on? One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
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