Category Archives: Writing
Battling Atrophy
Several years ago, I was lucky enough to get back in touch with a friend with whom I’d become estranged. At first our contact was tentative. Both of us were out of practice in talking to each other. You know … Continue reading
Happily Ever After
It’s the goal in a romance novel. It’s what differentiates a romance from women’s fiction or book club books. It’s the payoff in a romantic comedy. It’s the ending of the Disney-fied fairy tales (not, though, the Hans Christian Andersen … Continue reading
Permission to Suck, Granted
When I began writing, eighteen-ish months ago, one of the bits of advice I read was that you need to allow yourself to just write without fear of how bad it’s going to be. Because it is going to be … Continue reading
My Avon Addiction
It’s not what you think. Or what my UPS guy thought as he delivered shiny pink packages to me every month, to the “Avon Addict” at my address. About two years ago, in the midst of my historical romance/Julia Quinn/Eloisa … Continue reading
A Time and a Place
I have been struggling with how to fit writing into my life. I could say I haven’t had the time, but that’s not true. I’ve lacked the focus needed, that’s for sure. I am the obsessive type, but unfortunately I … Continue reading
My Voice
I think I have found it. While it’s not what I had initially looked for, I think I’m OK with what it is. More words tomorrow.
My Secret Identity
How exciting. I’ve always wanted to have one, haven’t you? When I began this writing project, I kept it to myself, and just a few friends. A select group of real-life buddies, “imaginary” (message-board) friends, and a couple of family … Continue reading
Tapping the Creativity
Well. This “writing every day” stuff is hard. <whine> I still don’t feel “creative” many days. I’m not sure what it is. Language– that could be it. In finding my voice, I’m discovering it’s not what I’d like it to … Continue reading
Later That Day…
Finished. Just over 5,000 words. I. Am. Wrung. Out. Rarely have I felt the words pour out of me; well, not just pour, but that they were physically pulled out. Like on Supernatural (I’m a fangirl, it’s one of my … Continue reading
Show and Tell
Yesterday, I mentioned fighting with a scene in my head. It was one of those that grabs a hold of you and doesn’t let go. Every time I tried to think about my WIP, I couldn’t. These two got in … Continue reading
Inane Prattle 