I stand in the middle of the crowd and know what people think as they stare at me. They see me smile as I give them my full attention. I listen and nod while they share their woes and troubles. I offer sympathy without judgment, and an encouraging word where I can. They stare into my eyes, which I presume are gray or brown or whatever color they were when I was born. It’s hard to remember, because I haven’t…
Dear Reader, What a month it’s been! At the end of November, I crashed — and hard. I slept in far more than was normal for myself and struggled to sit at the writing desk and concentrate long enough to put coherent sentences together. It was a strange feeling to need a vacation after a month of digging deep and writing my heart out. I’ve taken part in National Novel Writing Month since back in 2009, and I never recall…
Despite all the writing last month, I still found time to read a few books. It kinda surprised me I read more in November than in October. There’s a direct correlation between how much I read and how much I write. Weird, but true, and somewhere out there you can find a few articles on the topic, too. Shall we dive into what I read in November? C is for Corpse by Sue Grafton — This is the one I…
This is a series of questions I came up with for my local writing group to chat about at our Thank Goodness It’s Over party, which we’ll likely be celebrating the day you read this. I thought you might enjoy hearing some of my answers. I confess I didn’t include all the questions because some might not make sense to read. If you’d like a printable list of the questions for yourself or to share with fellow writers, you can…