Okay, fine; so I caved. When I first published my book, I was cocky. I did it! I wrote it! I put it out there and let other people read it! Guess what? Other people have opinions. Some of which I don't like. Especially about the F word. Does an F word by any other … Continue reading I caved
In case you haven't heard, I've written a novel, One Brave Thing. My novel is (of course, by definition) a work of fiction. In case you haven't heard, fiction is a work of the imagination. Like Barney the beloved dinosaur before her, Bebe is an imaginary character. I have included a definition here for your … Continue reading It’s called FICTION
I have been reading and reviewing books for years. Years. I haven't loved all of them, but with only one (to my knowledge) notable exception*, I was not ever unkind to the author in my review. If I liked or loved a book, I said so. If I didn't, then I moved on. Just because … Continue reading Poetic license, people! Heard of it?
January is coming fast. The past several years I have participated in the My One Word project. In a nutshell, you choose a word that 'will inspire you all year long'. It's sort of like making New Year's Resolutions, but simpler. And harder. It's not too early to start thinking about your word. You may already … Continue reading My one word, 2016 preview
...soon to be published, as Blondie so fabulously put it, one way or another. The most important step, to FINISH it, is done! My next step is to send out a query to an agent. Yep; I'm starting with just one. I’ll go from there. The one I am sending it to is with an … Continue reading My soon to be published book
I have written about My One Word (MOW) in the past. The premise is this: you pick just one word to inspire you all year long. If you are a writer, the appeal of only writing ONE WORD in a writing session is seductive. It is, however, also deceiving. It's harder to choose just one word to … Continue reading My one word 2015
I was at a craft show a couple of weekends ago. The weather was awful--freezing rain coating the icy snow on the ground that fell overnight. As soon as I got through the door, I stopped to shake it off of me. The first thing I saw was a table of scarves and hats, and … Continue reading Telling our story