What’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine. Is this true of writers and readers? My writing is moving along at the pace of snail, or maybe of a turtle, I’m not sure which is slower. I’m at the stage where everything is being dissected, and re-written, and taken apart, and put together, and then […]Read More Hey, that’s mine! Oh, no it’s yours
Today, I have the pleasure of hosting guest blogger, Linda Cassidy Lewis. Linda’s one of my first (if not my very first!) blogger friend, and through her blog I’ve shared in her process of editing and self-publishing her wonderful book, The Brevity of Roses, which is for sale in e-format and hard copy. If you […]Read More Linda Cassidy Lewis talks
In my last post I talked about how I’d lost my way with my wip. I’ve spent the last week finding my way back. It’s the first time since I began writing that this has happened to me, so it was a good thing to experience. There were many factors that led to this disconnection […]Read More finding my voice
There are voices in my head. They won’t stop talking. Not good voices, not my characters, and certainly not my own. I’m lost in my writing. I can’t find my intention anymore with my wip. I feel like I’m writing for a thousand people and not myself. Everyone’s shouting at me, telling me how my […]Read More stop shouting
I do. Sometimes. There are days when I wonder why I struggle so much to gain writing time, when it’s so difficult? When I’m exhausted and nothing is going my way, I make excuses of why I should just give up. And some of these excuses are even valid, and need to be worked through, […]Read More do you ever self-sabotage?
Editing. Editing. Editing. Editing. There I said it. It’s not such an evil word. The demons we don’t face are always scarier in our imagination than in reality. (Monsters Inc. does a good job teaching that lesson.) I’ve been editing for what seems like an eternity. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Writing is […]Read More the monster under the bed
This morning I had the opportunity to write again. It was the first time in four weeks. Four weeks of sick kids, being sick myself, my husband getting it too (a rare occurrence), of sleepless nights and days, of doctors, and clinics, and antibiotics. When I was a kid I remember being sick for 2, […]Read More Confession