My Not-Writing Project

So, I got sucked into helping family fix up a house for sale…. And I spent most of eternity **ahem** yesterday removing this old underlay from around where the fireplace used to be. Before   Why, yes.  That is brand-new carpet I’m working under. Make a note: The Karen character should have been introduced to this

The Family Book

I ran away from home, the summer I turned ten. And I packed for never coming back. If there was a reason, I don’t remember. With three older brothers, there was enough reason. Too young, too short, too girl. Whatever the reason was, it carried me out of our apartment, through the endless steel corridors,

Writing Research

I can’t tell you how much I love the internet.  It makes it easier to find people with the same obscure, time consuming, and skill-based hobbies.  It brings me new foreign films.  It puts the answers to all those random, and blush-worthy novel-writing questions in my living room.  Here is a video that I ran

Query Letter Fun Time

I  just started working on a new query letter.  This one’s a little different. You see, I’ve only written about three thousand words of the manuscript.  About fifteen pages. Write the letter before the novel is a piece of advice I’ve heard over and over (yes, on the internet.) and now, I have an idea that’s

Well, blog-hoppity…

Some of the writers on the How To Think Sideways forum are putting together a fiction blog hop, and I’m going to participate.  The rules are fairly straightforward.  Short story, August 26th, and link to the other people on the list. Short story….  I haven’t done that in a while.  Short stories have a tendency

Writers’ Group

After calls to everything book-y, art-y, and just plain in-the-know, I’ve given up on finding a writers’ group in my small town and moved on to founding a writers’group. Yay, civic responsibility. Fortunately, the one other writer I know IRL is more outgoing than I am. So, we’re putting up posters. I think we are,

So, Your Teacher Did What??!!

So, I recently woke up to the news that somewhere in Connecticut, a teacher resigned to “resolve” a dispute that started when he read a poem to his high school students.  Obviously, this fascinates me as a writer. The poem was Please, Master by Allen Ginsberg, and in all fairness, I read it for the first

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