Tag: Writing

10 Days

My mom gave me this mug a few years ago while I was working on a manuscript called Paint Chips. At the time, I doubted the novel would ever find a publisher, let alone an audience. Still, I wrote. And wrote. And wrote. I… Continue Reading “10 Days”

Slurping Coffee Like a Barista

  Yesterday, I took my regular, favorite seat at my local Starbucks. The one all the way in the back. It’s the best spot for people watching. Well, and it’s close to the bathroom…so there’s that. Now, I spend a good amount of time… Continue Reading “Slurping Coffee Like a Barista”

Blank Canvas

My kids had two snow days last week. I found 4 blank canvases and a box of acrylic paints. I thought, why not… Look at all that white space! All the potential. The possibility. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen to those… Continue Reading “Blank Canvas”

Doing Work

My buddy Mitch* called me a “Writing Machine” the other day. Can I tell you, I don’t mind that title at all? Because I don’t. It’s flattering. It made me giggle a little. Then I felt like a non-writing machine because I was messing… Continue Reading “Doing Work”

Owl Barf

About once a week I volunteer at my kids’ school. Now, before you go thinking I’m being Super Mom, I’ll assure you that I most certainly am not. I do it because the kids crack me up. I’m NOT joking. Kids are awesome. Anyway,… Continue Reading “Owl Barf”

On Rejection

The other day, my friend and fellow novelist Bob Evenhouse wrote about his novel fearing rejection. Go on over and give him a gander. I remember those days. The shaking hand before hitting “send”. The way my tummy stirred and flopped and dropped to… Continue Reading “On Rejection”

Rules Were Made To Be Broken. Maybe.

My daughter was washing her hair. Through the door, I heard her counting. She was up to 120. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m counting,” she answered. “Why?” “I have to count to 180.” “Uh huh.” “Because I have to… Continue Reading “Rules Were Made To Be Broken. Maybe.”

Pearl Louise at Age 7

 This is a picture of my grandma. Pearl Louise. I’d guess she’s about 7 years old in this picture. The same age as my daughter. This picture must have been taken in 1922. Good golly. That seems like a lot of years. 91 of… Continue Reading “Pearl Louise at Age 7”

Smell Ya Later, NaNoWriMo

I made the official call. I’m not going to “win” NaNoWriMo this year. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think it’s a great thing, this writing a novel in a month thing. I did it last year and that novel releases in February. But,… Continue Reading “Smell Ya Later, NaNoWriMo”

5 Ways to “Fake It Till You Make It” — Novelist Edition

Yesterday I posted the following status on my novelist fan page (like me, please…) “The more time I spend writing novels, the more I realize I have NO idea what I’m doing. Isn’t that hilarious?”  So, I thought I’d let you in on 5… Continue Reading “5 Ways to “Fake It Till You Make It” — Novelist Edition”