Why am I Writing?

These days I have to ask myself, am I more committed to my rescued parrots and other birds, to my health, to keeping the house clean, or to writing. I suppose there is a chance where all of these things balance perfectly, 25% of my time to each aspect. However, birds do not care if I have a deadline ahead. They want their cage cleaned, their water fresh, and their food something new and exciting that they have never had before. My health is tied to prescriptions and those run out at the strangest times. The house has been ignored for so long, I might as well keep ignoring. And writing requires a relaxed mind, a bunch of hours with no ticking clock, and a behind that isn’t hurting from being in the chair so long.

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NaNoWriMo Hooks You

Hello, my name is D.L. Hungerford or Roxanna Haley, and I am a National Novel Writing Month Addict. (Pause while audience replies, “Hi, D.L. or Roxanna!”) My story is probably very similar to many of yours and I won’t take much of your time to go over it. I have participated in NaNo 8 times, with the last 5 years being the longest streak. I didn’t want to jump in this year. But I did.

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A Slave to Plot Bunnies

During one of my local RWA chapter Zoom meetings, someone complained about being a slave to plot bunnies. I’ve heard so many writers talk about this creature that I had to look it up. According to the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Wiki, a plot bunny is a story idea that refuses to go away until it is written. Some think it came from a John Steinbeck quote about ideas and rabbits. NaNo even has a site where you can put your bunnies up for adoption. And there’s a list of the various type of plot bunnies that just might jump into your head. At the worst possible time. Continue reading “A Slave to Plot Bunnies”

Celebrity Casting

Most writers do this, especially in the Romance field. We need to perfectly describe the main characters, consistently, time and time again. A friend of mine, Cynthia Diamond, who writes a fantasy series called Wyrd Love, has a Hot Guy Thursday on Facebook every week. She likes the actor from The Witcher, Joey Batey. She cast him as her Trickster, Galen. Continue reading “Celebrity Casting”

Thirty Reasons to be Thankful, Part One

Nano is over on Saturday, so I’ll post the second half of this on Sunday and get back to original content the following Thursday. Thanks for keeping up with all this! — DLH

On Facebook, where I live, my 500 plus close, personal friends are posting something they are thankful for every day in November. I thought about it, but between keeping the flock clean, fed, and watered, and writing two thousand words a day for NaNoWriMo, I am just going to throw my list up here, and be done with it.

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The Swamp of Inspiration

I happened to be swimming alone the other day. Actually, there were other people in the pool, but none of them were my close friends so I kept doing my “laps” and thinking about all kinds of stuff. One lady said something about a woman who kicked her husband out for reasons. My mind jumped into story mode. What if a man found out his wife had kicked him out due to gossip going around town? He goes to work in the morning, and a coworker gives him condolences. Continue reading “The Swamp of Inspiration”


My husband and I call each other “Honey” whenever we want to catch the other’s attention. I have often addressed emails or cards to Honey from Honey. We’re also heavily into bees due to our happy glowy-box friends, some of whom we have actually met in person, from the You Suck at Craigslist blog, now on hiatus. May bees be upon you is a group blessing. Continue reading “Honeyville”

The Stupids

If I were a heroine, I would walk gracefully into a room, greet everyone with a smile, settle on the sofa next to someone interesting, then proceed to join the conversation already in progress. Everyone would be delighted by my intelligence and my humor. Someone would lean over and ask me where I purchased that beautiful dress, to which I would reply I had made it myself. My hair is also perfect and my shoes high fashion. Continue reading “The Stupids”