As a writer, there are lots of things I can do in my fiction that bring about a Happily Ever After by the end of 60K words or so. But there are still some things I can’t and more likely won’t do. Let’s start with the obvious. Continue reading “Things I Can’t Do”
Plato wrote in The New Republic that Necessity is the Mother of Invention. I agree on a small scale, such as you are in a public restroom and the stall doesn’t have a working latch. You get a big enough wad of paper or the cardboard from the seat liners and wedge that between the door and frame. Or the well-known dad’s solution to ripping the tapes off a diaper: Duct tape the thing on. Continue reading “Invention”
I bought a passel of Holiday Romance books to keep me in the seasonal spirit from Christmas to Twelfth Night. For one reason or another, I didn’t get through them all. But I have read a few that really gave me the right feels for the time of year. Continue reading “Still Enjoying Holiday Books”
Writers dislike several things. Most of us struggle to write a synopsis. We don’t particularly like query letters. We have to push to get a character sketch done properly. And we wish someone else would take our first drafts and make them perfect. Continue reading “Who am I, Really?”
Looking back at 2017, the word muddle came instantly to mind. From Dictionary.com:
verb (used with object), muddled, muddling.
1. to mix up in a confused or bungling manner; jumble.
2. to cause to become mentally confused.
3. to cause to become confused or stupid with or as if with an intoxicating drink.
4. to make muddy or turbid, as water. Continue reading “January Word of the Month — Muddle”
After many days circling the sun on this planet, I’ve come to realize that the only way to get what I wanted for any gift-giving occasion is to buy it myself. For myself. It works! This Christmas I got a beautiful blouse hand-embroidered with a cute dog paw print, gold hoop earrings, and sugar-free dark chocolate. Lots of sugar-free dark chocolate. Continue reading “A Life Full of Gifts”
Please read the two previous posts for the whole story.
“Damn it, woman! You always see things in the worst way!” Jeremy stepped in front of her, scowling. “Stephen left you penniless. If you stay here with the children, I can take care of you. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”
“You’re very good with the children. Perhaps I should go to Bristol and try my hand at the business.” Continue reading “The Star in the East Part Three”