Reena and Paul have been part of my daily routine for a long time. I don’t remember when I first started setting down their story but it’s been at least a year or more since I first met them in my imagination. Today, I had to say good-bye. It wasn’t tearful. I sent their story…
On the twelfth day of Christmas… Having tossed the original idea of the twelve days of Christmas away, I’m counting down the twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. Today it’s perspiration. I don’t know where I sweat more, during Zumba, or when…
On the tenth day of Christmas… Instead of counting the official twelve days of Christmas, I’m counting down the twelve days before Christmas to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. Today it’s editors. I need to give a shout-out to the wordsmiths who make my writing stronger,…
I’m grateful for @NaNoWriMo and all the support writers give one another to get to their goals. It’s a great way to reach your goal of becoming a novelist.
If you cracked open my Civil War tale DIVIDED LOYALTIES, followed the stories of Angela and Patricia in LOVE LETTERS & GINGERBREAD, fell in love with an inn or the innkeeper’s son, or got a little seasick or lovesick on a ship in THE LAST GIFT, thank you.
On the first day of Christmas… I realize those twelve days are supposed to start on December 25 and run to Epiphany, Jan. 6, but I want to offer my gratitude for the people and things that make the writing life possible for me. I’m starting with my critique partners. For about a year and…
November is over. Already a hectic month–besides Thanksgiving, I have a hundred million leaves in my yard and a small sailboat that has got to get out of the water before the winter winds blow in. So what do I do? Spend plenty of waking hours attempting to write 50,000 words as part of a…
I used to think it took one person to write a book. Now, I know better.
I have to stop doing this. Every time I turn around, I’m saying goodbye to Maureen. Again. This time, she was minding her own business, saving the world she lived in, the world of Sharpsburg at the time of the Civil War. And this time, for a change, I didn’t want to disturb her. This…
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