::whispers:: hello. In the biggest ghost move I've ever pulled, I disappeared from social media earlier this year. I feel like I have some splainin' to do. The beginning of 2020, even before the pandemic, was a turbulent time for me. I went through a lot of personal ups and downs that were all consuming … Continue reading Where Have I Been
I promise I will start a series of writing tip posts soon but, reflecting on this weekend, I wanted to talk about gratitude. This past Saturday, I was a part of the Take 190 Book and Art Festival in Killeen, Texas. It was such a wonderful experience. I arrived early and sipped on a latte … Continue reading Gratitude
This is the ultimate phrase, isn’t it? I remember hearing it over and over in grade school; I remember seeing it scrawled in red pen throughout my college papers. Why is this so hard, and what can we do to improve upon it? This topic was actually requested by a Twitter friend. I promise to … Continue reading Show, Don’t Tell
Come, rest your head in my lap for a while. Tell me of your tiresome journeys and of your fearsome foes; tell me of a time long past, tell me of your woes. Tell me of the countless battles, the wars waged in your day, tell me of the wondrous happenings surprising you along the … Continue reading Rest Your Head in My Lap For a While
No, I'm not talking about the movie, The Craft, I’m talking about your writing, and I promise today isn’t a ramble. There's real advice in here, so saddle up and hang on. One thing you can do to improve your writing is lots of reading. Read inside of your genre, read outside of your genre … Continue reading Improve Your Craft
This, of course, is the million dollar question. How do I write? How do I write well? How do I write like a real writer? I am going to do my best to explain how to become a real writer over these next few paragraphs, though I am afraid it won't be exactly as you … Continue reading How Do I Write Like a Writer?
I think I'm enjoying this blog thing. Tweeting is fun, but as a writer it kind of eats away at my soul. Like a caterpillar munching on a leaf, one tiny bite at a time. Writing in 280 characters or fewer makes me feel like a caged animal, and this blog feels like relative freedom. … Continue reading Thrashing and Kicking in the Early Morning