The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
I don’t wanna get ready for Christmas! I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna! I wanna write! Wahhhh! Oh, all right. The tree is up, the shopping is started, the cards are–ahem. The tree is up. And my Christmas story is done, ready for editing for my friend’s Christmas present! Whoohooohooo! Was starting to get really […]
I already typed this once. But while playing the rhyming game I mentioned the first time I typed it, the attention-starved munchkin jumped on my arm and I accidentally deleted it. The amazing thing is, it’s not in my trash can. A blog I screwed up months ago is there, even though it says the
Just Going Through the Motions–Again Read More ยป
You try working full-time, raising a family, writing a novella, editing a book, AND maintaining a Blog. Bet you don’t do much better… I’m back now. Yesterday I wrote almost a paragraph on my novella. Now I’m going back to write more. BTW, I would have been back sooner, but all weekend long I couldn’t
So It's Been a While… Read More ยป
Okay, it’s only 400 words shorter. But that’s not bad, considering I also took good care of my family, got some housecleaning done, and caught up on a couple things from work this weekend. I’m rather proud of myself. But it’s still not enough writing time!
You Think You Can Do Better? Read More ยป
Today doesn’t count. I didn’t get anything cut at all. But I did spend a good part of the day browsing thrift stores with my family, and we all came home happy and with cheap clothes…that counts for something, right? I’d really like to know how any woman has a family and a job and
Don't Start Counting! Read More ยป
Okay, I have come to face the fact that my book needs editing. I’m not sure, however, exactly how to go about that. So. I need to set goals, but first I need to figure out what’s reasonable. Tonight my book is at 244,632 words. Let’s see where it stands at the end of the
I Need a Machete! Read More ยป
I was sorting the garbage from the mailbox today, when I came across an offer I could easily refuse–for $25, I could get a book for and about my munchkin. All I had to do was send the money, along with name and address, and voila! She’d get a book all about her. Humph. I
Junk Mail for Inspiration Read More ยป