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...
A fresh look, at myself
Recently, I lost some weight and decided to reward myself by taking some new professional headshots. See my old post about the modeling session with my horse here. That was a riot. We learned then that my horse is not the most patient or understanding of props. He’s downright annoying, in fact. But we endured and I ended up with some very nice shots, courtesy of my friend Ashlee Murr. She also photographed my wedding and my sister-in-law’s senior pictures. I learned a few things, though, in looking through my “film.” My horse is not photogenic. He ruined most of my good shots. (Note to self, leave horse...
How my life as a rodeo queen affected my fiction…
See my guest blog at Sandra Ardoin’s blog! (And check out her post from Wednesday about her own horsey adventures!)
First Horse Horror Story: Sandy Ardoin
Nicole here: Today’s post is from Sandy Ardoin – one of my fabulous critique partners and fellow horse lover. Check out her blog to learn about her writing journey. Grace. That’s what my dad called him. When I got him, his name was Sonny, plain and simple—and dull. So I changed it to Sunny, short for Sundance. This nine-year-old, stocky white gelding with pink skin that sunburned and big feet that tended to skim the ground and trip him up was my “baby” for almost eighteen years. Most of the time, he was patient and plodding, content to do what I asked. Every once in a while, though, he’d get a...