When I get stuck on a writing project, it feels exactly like driving through fog—I can’t see far enough ahead to feel comfortable where I am, the clear road behind is as shrouded as the way forward, and there’s no telling when some swift insight will blow through so I can go back to “normal.”Read More Four Ways to Write Through the Fog #AuthorToolboxBlogHop
Fair warning: Some of these lessons might be carryovers from 2016, while I was lurking and cheering on friends. And there are a gazillion great lessons to learn from a contest like Pitchwars, but these are mine for now (and counting!). Subjectivity in Story I thought subjectivity was something I fully understood. I’ve even *gulp* blogged […]Read More Personal Lessons from #Pitchwars 2017 #AuthorToolboxBlogHop
Even if I tried to quit or take a break, it would hurt too, plus I’d fail, because . . .
I love it too much.Read More When Losing Feels Like Winning #authortoolbox
I stare past her at the golden sky. Five stars burn to the north—what Khompan Elders call The Martyr, and Ajh, The Friend. I call them the Reminder.
“There is more,” the Reminder calls. “More to you.”
Originally posted on Writers After Dark:
I don’t know about you, but I definitely would like to see more truth and authenticity in the publishing business. I’m not sure which is worse -when people used to dismiss Indie authors entirely or the current situation where we’ve become a primary sales target. There is an awful…
Who knows the right way to grieve, to honor the passing of another’s life, to channel and heal the hurricane of emotions? Oh yeah? You all know how? And your way works for everyone? Every time? Thanks, Dude. I can always count on you for support at least. I don’t know the right way for […]Read More The Right Way to Grieve a Human Being?
I was Robert Cook’s first wife and the mother of his first child. When I met Robert, I was young, vulnerable, and eager to belong. I was swept away by his confidence, his talent, and his potential. When his abuse began in earnest, it crippled me–mind, body, and soul– and I am lucky I escaped […]Read More Grieving My Abuser
Originally posted on Right place, right Tim:
Yeah, that’s right Inner Demons – you were wrong about me. All that hopelessness and doubt you whispered in my ear was baseless baloney. You’re like the Breitbart of my mind – telling me everything is awful and finding people to blame other than myself. Well eat this,…