This discussion (argument) comes up every so often among the writer folks. The “rules” of writing. Do this…don’t do this…you’ll never get published if you do this… Well – let this post put it all to rest – it is a post by Wendy Lawton of Books and Such from a while back. But she says it all. Let the story rule.
Clinging-to-memories-of-summer Monday
The rain is here. And it is here to stay for the next seven to eight months. Really, I don’t mind the darker days and the damp weather. I’m a Pacific Northwesterner to the core. But today, I’m lingering, thinking of the sunny days and clinging on. Here are some fun pictures I found to remember. Now, I feel I can face the day.
An interview with…Me! Part One
Remember those old chain emails that went around and you’d share your favorite color, all those other fun tidbits? Well, I’m going to do a bit of that here. But I found this list of questions to do a good profile interview, and I thought, “Wow, I bet I couldn’t even answer some of those questions.” So, I’ll give it a shot. Going to do this in four parts, though. The list is long. And I’m a trifle on the boring side. 1. What is your earliest memory? My earliest memory is of my backyard swing set at our home in Seattle. I remember playing in the kiddie pool with...
Resurrecting an old friend
By old friend, I mean an old manuscript. (What exactly did you think I meant?) I’ve mentioned before the “Story” behind my first real manuscript. I’ve taken this story out, dusted it off and I’m going to give it another go. Now, I’ve taken this story out and re-written it about four times already. (Complete re-writes, not including the endless stream of edits.) Why is this time going to be any different? I’m giving the plot a facelift. Okay, not just a lift – reconstructive surgery. (How did there end up being so many medical references in this post?) I’ll be working on this for NaNoWriMo…so I’ll let you know...
Review: Nightingale
Nightingale Esther Lange doesn’t love her fiancé—she’s trapped in an engagement after a mistaken night of passion. Still, she grieves him when he’s lost in battle, the letters sent to her by the medic at his side giving her a strange comfort, so much that she strikes up a correspondence with Peter Hess, an Iowa farmboy. Or is he? Peter Hess is not who he seems. Indeed, he’s hiding a secret, something that could cost them both their lives, especially when the past comes back to life. A bittersweet love song of the home front war between duty and the heart…a battle where only one will survive. My Review: In...