Down In The Dirt Writing
There’s this online place I visit, sometimes once a day, sometimes more – which is likely too much for my own writing good. This online place is agent Janet Reid‘s blog. I found her several years ago when I “entered” my serious writing stage. Sometime
Before writing this, I thought about how many other people have gone before me and shared about promotion and how it “sits” with them. I’ve read tons of articles, tweets, FB posts, blog posts about this part of publication and how many authors have a
UPDATE: FYI One of this morning’s winners, Ginger Martin, a friend of mine from my Nortel days, has graciously declined her ARC – which means I can give it to the next person who provided the right answer within the earliest time frame. Her reasoning?
This month has been full of little “gifts,” and for me that equates to Christmas in March because of the excitement it’s generated. I’ve mentioned receiving these little goodies on Facebook, and then I realized I hadn’t shared it here! Like I mentioned in the
I made no move to mark or signal in any way my father’s one year anniversary of passing. About three days before the official day, Mom and I went out to the grave site and swapped out the Christmas flowers for a selection of silk
I’ve been wrapped up, enamored with, and possibly swooning over “The Process” of publication. When I worked at Nortel, a Product Pipeline (it might have looked something like this-but there were many variations depending on the project manager) was often used to monitor the progress
Summer evening, late. The road traveled lies within city limits, moonlight over a pastured landscape, blackened shadows of barns line a ridge while cattle bed down within a barbed wire fence. Along the road moves a car, sporty red, fairly new, the driver, a young
I’ve always loved books, but one in my hands today is not treated the same way as it was years ago. When I used to start reading, I would sometimes peruse the dedication page, but most often I would jump right into the story. Not
I’m not a slow reader, but when I saw my Goodreads stats for 2015, I stared at it for a second and thought, that’s it? Twelve books? I hastily skimmed over my “To Read” list just to make sure I’d not forgotten to categorize one
In the last post I talked about including food in stories I write, and at some point during the writing of that post, I actually stopped to run outside to snap some pictures of a sunset. I’ve got hundreds of pictures of sunsets. I can’t
