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
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?
I'm giving away ELEVEN personalized watercolor cards. What are they? They are copies of a 12x16 watercolor I painted this year. Why? Because I just finished the 11th revision of my manuscript a couple of days ago, and I'm about to start writing the proposal for my agent/publisher search. And, I want to celebrate with… Continue reading Personalized Watercolor Card Giveaway
Until a veteran, published author encouraged me relatively recently to do art to improve my writing, I thought doing that stuff was engaging in frivolous activities with spare time I didn't, don't have, and couldn't afford. She insisted that doing art would help. It would refill the creative tank. I'd have more to bring to… Continue reading Filling the Creative Tank
Finding community that encourages communicating, building intimacy, and being loving can be quite a challenge, when people are more mobile than ever, super busy, and don't focus so much on the face-to-face interactions. But, we still crave it. Long for it. One day, a store manager and friend at a coffee shop I frequent had… Continue reading Community, Intimacy, Family
To the unacquainted passerby and even to the well-seasoned friend, my explanation for why I had the insatiable impetus to write fiction would make no sense. Any discussion of it probably sounds effectively elusive or marginally mystical. Starting on this series – yes, I said series, not just one standalone book – wasn't so I… Continue reading The Insatiable Impetus to Write