Tag: Writing

Dirty Laundry

The dirty laundry has started to pile up. Again. Therefore, the drawers and closets are a little empty. Again. And I’ve had to get pretty creative with what we all wear. Again. I keep thinking how really easy it is to pour a little… Continue Reading “Dirty Laundry”

Loud Talking At The Coffee Shop

All I wanted was to sit in the coffee shop and write. This novel needed my focus. Typically, a coffee shop is a good choice. Especially a coffee shop within an Indie Book Store. At 3:30 on a Wednesday afternoon. At least you would… Continue Reading “Loud Talking At The Coffee Shop”

Who’s Awesome?! (Rare Weekend Edition)

Creatives can be insecure. Really, really insecure. Like meltdown-in-the-fiction-aisle-at-Target-because-your-novel-will-never-be-as-good-as-Snooki’s insecure. Not that I would know anything about that specific incident. {ahem} The funny thing is that, although insecure, we can also be very egotistical. I don’t know if that springs from our insecurities. Or… Continue Reading “Who’s Awesome?! (Rare Weekend Edition)”

Extra Outlets

When I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was my very own piano. I wanted to be able to play that piano, too. Not just look at it and let it collect dust. At my little old church (Calvary United Methodist in… Continue Reading “Extra Outlets”

Novel Tips on Rice

***The lovely Patti Hill informed me that this book is available for FREE download on the Novel Matters blog. Just scroll down and find the cover on the left side. And today’s discussion is fantastic. Don’t miss out! Go to http://www.novelmatters.com (right after you… Continue Reading “Novel Tips on Rice”

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

A struggling playwright, I was constantly in collaboration with directors, actors, production staff. A small group of Church-people, they loved me, supported me, encouraged me. A few times, telling me when I’d gone a little too far in pushing an envelope here or there. They… Continue Reading “I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends”

Blocked (short story based on the life of a writer)

Up before my 5:30 am alarm. It’s a dull, achy feeling of almost awake. I’ve got to get up or I’ll never get to writing today.   The first five stumbling steps send me crashing into the door jam. I cuss quietly under my… Continue Reading “Blocked (short story based on the life of a writer)”

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