A few months ago I wrote a short story about a gangster who was beaten and left for dead and forced to walk back into the city to exact his revenge. I drew on all my experiences of pain, Continue reading
While I put great stock in my imagination as a writer, I also know that creativity is a hungry beast; one that forever hunts for inspiration.
Happily, there’s tons of inspiration in my life. Heck, my four kids alone provide me with enough weekly drama and comedy to fuel a book or two! Continue reading
I like hotness. All kinds of hotness.
But I’ve read a lot of romance novels recently where the focus is on HOTNESS. The male character is intensely gorgeous—with a sparkling smile and rippling abs. The female character is equally attractive—with flowing hair and kissable lips. Continue reading
There’s an icon on my laptop that mocks me. Incessant in its blinking, a pencil scrolling across an open book as if the words can’t move from the head to the hand fast enough. Yet, once I stop typing, the scrolling ceases too. Even worse, when the graphic pauses, a red X covers the pencil. A damning reminder that I’m not writing. Not meeting my deadline. Not finishing my book. I hate that button. Continue reading
Writing my second novel has proved to be just as hard as writing my first. It’s been five months since publishing and I wrote it entirely panster style. This go around, I’m learning the art of organization and creating story board plotting. Hanging out in writer circles, I found a few of my writing friends use story boards to get their plot, characters, and development off and running. Continue reading
Words! How glorious they fall on the page. Fast or slow, deep or shallow, they drip from my fingers like misty drizzle or hammer from my heart in torrents. However they choose to come, I do my best to accept and relate them without prejudice.
And therein, Dear Reader, lies the rub. How I wish it were one of those warm, tingly, exciting rubs on delicate parts that leave us breathless and singing inside—but it’s not.
I have never met a trope I couldn’t twist. There’s something so satisfying about playing with the expectations of readers. Tropes, like clichés, are both useful and hazardous. They are short cuts to meaning, but come with baggage. A well placed cliché paints a colorful image in just a few words. A poorly placed one elicits groans. Continue reading