magine you’re a successful writer. Then you get something that all writers dread: writer’s block. But you’ll work through it, right? While dealing with writer’s block, something happens that makes you begin to drink more heavily and even consider suicide. The skeleton man appears.
A close friend of mine in his eighties sent me his memoir in manuscript form. I found it fascinating as I’ve known the man thirty-five years. I had suggestions for him on perhaps reshaping it for a larger audience.
When looking to describe something, such as loyalty, a grievance, etc, that is firmly implanted or established, it is tempting to say that it is deep-seeded. After all, a seed is buried deep beneath the dirt. Which of the following would be correct?A) Shelby’s hatred of mushrooms is deep-seated.B) Shelby’s hatred of mushrooms is deep-seeded.…
A phobia is an irrational fear. A lot of times the person with the phobia realizes just how irrational the fear is, but that doesn’t take away the fear. You should never make fun of a person afflicted with a phobia, but you can use phobias to create an unforgettable character, one whose fear puts…
Isn’t it strange how many noises we hear on a daily basis that we don’t pay any attention to until they aren’t there? What about the smells that wake us up or alert us to different things? If you are used to waking up to the smell of coffee each morning, what would it mean…
Has this writer been inspired by any other authors? Where do his ideas come from? How important is the cover of the book? Who designed the covers of his books? What is he working on now? And what does he do to relax? Where are you from? What is your background? Well, I am originally…
What if aliens are living among us? Ambra Dawn is only seventeen, but she is one very special young lady, and her mother isn’t the only one who realizes this. So does an alien race. A race of cruel aliens wants her for their own purposes. Ambra is taken by force from her own home…
Several afternoons a week, I sit at our local coffee shop, sipping a chai, writing, knitting, and watching customers come and go. Though I’m not a stalker or psycho (okay, shut up), I can’t help but eavesdrop on other customers’ conversations if they are close enough and loud enough, because hey, they’re close enough and…
I never thought of myself as a writer. I never thought I would enjoy it the way that I do today. Like that little boy, Mikey, in the old cereal commercials, I tried it, and as soon as the flavor hit me, I started gobbling it down. Note: This giest post was originally published on…
