“It is easier to sound inspired and clever than it is to be real.” – Cecil Murphey at the 2012 OCW Summer Conference For years, I’d fallen victim to what happens to many artists, writers and musicians: I let naysayers and critics get to me. I let the opinions of other shape and influence my writing rather than being true to my calling and to my interests. Writing “romance” has long been associated with frivolity and sub-par writing. So when I described my genre of choice to others, I’d label it simply as “Historical fiction.” Though most of my plots do defy the traditional romance elements, love is at the...
Guest Post: Owning Horses Helped Me Become a Better Writer
I had loved horses for as long as I can remember. I grew up watching the westerns of the 1960s with my Dad, and my affection for horses and cowboys has never waivered. When I was young, I read every horse book I could get my hands on, from Misty of Chincoteague to the thick books in the Black Stallion series. Here’s a tidbit that might make you smile. I grew up in a Christian home, so when I read Son of the Black Stallion and discovered the horse’s name was Satan, I changed it to Satin. I just didn’t want to keep reading the other word over and over....
Summer Conference Season 2012 – Here we go!
This week begins my fourth year at the Oregon Christian Writers Summer Coaching Conference. Off to mingle with other writers, agents and agents! I’ll provide a full update when all is said and done. 🙂
Looking back on 4 years
No, my blog isn’t four years old. (Actually, this is year three – hooray!) Today I celebrate 4 years married to the man of my dreams. 🙂 Thus – no blog today! Take care!
Guest Post: Saddle Talk with Sue Harrison
When I was eight years old, my best friend’s mom took a group of us kids to the fair. We decided to spend some of our tickets on a pony ride. I had my heart set on the little white pony. He was lovely. However, while I was waiting my turn in line, the guy who was in charge came over and told me in a loud voice that I was too fat to ride the white pony. I had to ride the brown. The brown pony was homely and ordinary, and I was disappointed. I was also embarrassed. My weight had been a problem for a couple of years, and...