I've been a writer all my life. It's true! The first gift I ever gave my husband, when we were nothing more than fourteen year old children celebrating the first Christmas of our young high school lives, was a short story. About grown up us, coming home for the holidays. I still remember collecting my… Continue reading Finding my voice, again
via Excerpt from 'Magnolia Rocks' - A Work in Progress
Chapter One Forty-Seven I can’t remember when it happened, but at some point my heart grew harder in the tiniest of ways. It would be poetic to say that these things went unnoticed by… Source: Magnolia Rocks (A Working Title)
My writing is incredibly secretive. Most likely the same is true for the bulk of unpublished novelists, living with the constant and possibly well-founded fear of talentlessness. For me though, it is the actual story line that keeps me in perpetual lockdown. I write when my husband is working late, at two in the morning… Continue reading Censorship, or “How to honor your story and stay married!”
It's a beautiful morning in Southwest Florida, with a chill in the air and a hot mug of coffee steaming by my side. Between the sound of the dog aggressively cleaning her lady parts and the sound of my incredibly hyper five year old urging me to become the Penny to his Bolt, and then… Continue reading When Pac-Man meets Power Rangers, or Mommies who like to Write!