Category: Writing

How to Become a Writer

My friend Amelia Rhodes and I snapped this picture about 3 years ago at the Breathe Christian Writers Conference. If you look closely, the sticker on the mirror reads, “Look in the mirror. You will see a writer”. At the time, Amelia had just signed…

And Now The Fun Starts — I Love Editing

Last night I wrote the last words of my latest novel. Well, the last words of the first draft, that is. I posted to Facebook, downloaded the latest Mac software, brushed my teeth, went to be, read for an hour, fell asleep. No major…

So, You Want To Write A Book, Eh?

Just about every month, I get an email from someone who wants to write a book. Usually, the emailer has about twenty questions…most of them are about how to get published. I try to back the truck up (beep, beep, beep). First, before editing…

Why My Leading Lady Isn’t a Size 2

You’ve read that book, right? The one where the leading lady is a size 2. A man could put his hands around her waist and touch thumb to thumb, middle finger to middle finger. Oh! And she’s g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s. Perfect hair. Supple lips that are…

Monuments of Wit

Words are powerful. Like Mr. Bacon (not of the movie or pork variety) said, they are monuments that outlast the powerhouses of this world. I had an online exchange with a writer I greatly admire. We were discussing the fear we have when release…

Characters Taking Over

I sat at Starbucks, trying to write even though Oprah was behind me, watching my every move. I’m writing a novel with a pre-teen protagonist…no, it’s not young adult…no, it’s not fantasy fiction… I got to the point in my story where my protagonist…

Why I Write

It seems that I’ve written about a septillion essays titled “Why I Write”. It’s a common interview question. It’s something I’ve mulled over for years. Why do I write? I’m going to be honest. It’s tempting, in the secret hyper-ego part of my brain,…

Yoda. Snooki. Stephen King. And Dealing With Rejection.

Last night I learned that an editor declined to publish the novel I’m working on. No. No. No. Don’t feel pity for me. Don’t. I’m fine! Seriously. This isn’t my first rejection. It won’t be my last.  Rejection is part of the job. It’s…

Power of the {Handwritten} Word

You know what I love? Well, there’s a whole laundry list of things…oddly enough, laundry isn’t on the list of things I love. Hm. One thing that is on that list is a thoughtful, handwritten letter. As a person who loves words and the meanings…

A Poem For Good Friday

  Anxiety is a free-fall from too-high-up, Jetting toward the rock-hard, Flailing in a grab-nothing way, Screaming in a make-no-sound panic. Anxiety is Good Friday. Not in a Sunday’s-coming hope But In a hidden-through-Jerusalem grief. Good Friday is dark Friday, Black Friday, Nothing-good-about-this-day Friday….

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