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…
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…
I’m not sure when I stumbled upon this quote, but it made me chuckle. I’ve shared in my local writing group, and perhaps here before, that I’m a member of a writing forum where you can critique each other’s work. It’s all based on a point system. You critique theirs, earn some points, and then share your work for others to critique. You stipulate what you’re looking for regarding feedback, so the critter can give you the best help possible…
People have asked how I stay organized while writing. Some individuals possess a natural inclination for organization, while others don’t. I also believe that each person’s idea of organization differs. I’m a fan of things being orderly. My post-it notes have an order about them when hung on the wall or thrown in my notebooks. It all makes perfect sense to me. My husband, however, finds organization in what I can only refer to as pure chaos. I sit at…