Dreams as Motivation
I’m watching My Lottery Dream Home when I should be writing. That’s the problem with being self-employed. You ALWAYS feel like you should be working. But that’s a whole other blog post. While watching...
I’m watching My Lottery Dream Home when I should be writing. That’s the problem with being self-employed. You ALWAYS feel like you should be working. But that’s a whole other blog post. While watching...
I love National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). It’s a month dedicated to writing 50,000 words, which means an average of 1667 words a day. I have never “won” NaNoWriMo. In other words, I have...
I have found it. After a couple years of searching and trying different groups, both virtually and in person, I have finally found Critique Group Bliss. I am writing this blog as hope for...
Woot! Made it another year. And this year, this brand new 2018, I can call myself an author. Finally. I have a short story published in Eclectically Heroic AND my first novel, Tarbin’s True...
Obviously, that’s not me above. I’m freezing right now with a blanket wrapped around my legs and it’s 60 degrees Fahrenheit outside. When you’re done laughing, I’ll be here. As my last post optimistically...
In a few hours, the elusive National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo begins. This November tradition sets a goal of 50,000 words in 30 days on the same project. I wrote about my first...
Remember how I preach to find your community? I’ve done it here and here. It’s darn near impossible to be successful in the writing business without a support group. Yes, a support group consists...
I’m a collector. I don’t mean of physical things, if you saw the lack of furniture in my house, you would understand. We spend our money doing things which leaves very little to spend...
Do you remember when I went to my first writers retreat? If not, I have conveniently linked it for you here. Great experience, but I wanted more writing time. I’ve learned since then that...
The lone writer furiously typing on her keyboard. Her isolated existence expanded by the wide world in her imagination. The depressed, melodramatic author slumped on a bar stool. He scribbles in a notebook with...
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