I smashed up my phone the other day. To tell the truth, by then, I’d dropped that sucker so many times, I’d started to believe it was immortal. Not this time. So, cursing my own clumsiness, I headed off to buy a new phone. Something that works in my town. That’s always a challenge. Out-of-town
The comments on my story for last month’s StoryTime Blog Hop have me thinking about the difference between objective criticism and personal opinion. Wanna get more specific? There is too much baby-eating in this story. –Roughly half the people who read the story. There is exactly the right amount of baby-eating in this story. –The
The awesome co-hosts for the November 6 posting of the IWSG are Sadira Stone,Patricia Josephine,Lisa Buie-Collard,Erika Beebe, and C. Lee McKenzie! When I first started writing novels, they were thrillers. Somebody’s dead, somebody did it, and somebody’s going to be next, if somebody else doesn’t stop the killer. Back then, the research was probably creepier
Evening Dermott slammed the door and threw his school bag on the couch. He grumbled his way up the stairs without talking to anyone, and flopped down on the bed. “You have three sneakers on Mom’s duvet,” his little sister said from the hall. “They’re muddy.” Dermott shot a tongue of flame in her direction.
I’ll be starting NaNoWriMo in about a month, but let’s be honest… I don’t expect to win. Fifty-thousand words in a single month is a lot, and a new project? Well, it could happen, but I’m still working on the old one, right now. My tiny little pantser mind has just the tiniest breeze of
Due to lack of sleep, my mind shot off on a tangent I can’t really account for. I spent most of the last week alternately thinking that I should go home and get some sleep, and that what I should really do is thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. Yup. That Appalachian trail. And yes, the complete,
I’m one of those unlucky shift workers whose day doesn’t really line up with much of anything. Wanna get up early before work and write? Well, that’s gonna mean about two in the morning. Wanna go out with friends? Ooopsy. That event doesn’t start until late. You know. Six or seven at night. But worst
Join us here: Insecure Writers’ Support Group The awesome co-hosts for the October 2 posting of the IWSG are Ronel Janse van Vuuren, Mary Aalgaard, Madeline Mora-Summonte, and Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor! I think most people are going to come down on the side of reading. Call me weird, but there’s something strange about
The internet is a strange and unpredictable place, people. I’d love to wake up some fine morning and find that people are reading my short stories. (Seriously, go read my stories.) Or that my articles on how I’m using a bullet journal are suddenly popular. But right now? At the very top of my stats?
The writers’ podcast, Alone in a Room With Invisible People, hosted by my friend Rebecca Galardo is looking for spooky and Halloween themed stories for their Halloween edition of the show! Here are the details: I’m a little late with this, so do be aware that the deadline is October 1st, 2019. It’s an unpaid