Sunday Morning Musings: Bread Cast Upon Water
“Give generously, for your gifts will return to you later. Divide your gifts among many, for in the days ahead you yourself may need much help.” Ecclesiastes 11: 1-2 This…
A Writer With ADD
Welcome to the unplanned career of a disorganized (but talented) 😊 writer with ADD who makes laughable promises to herself (“As God is my witness, I will post on social media no less than three times a week”) and wonders how she ever managed to publish twenty or so books in the first place.
IMPOSTER SYNDROME?
IMPOSTER SYNDROME? Imposter syndrome? I seriously thought this was a joke. The term is used a lot amongst creatives, but I never understood exactly what it was or what it…
The Animal Cover Dilemma
The Animal Cover Dilemma Ever since the conception of Animal, I’ve had a vision of the cover. Nothing but the hero’s face, half of it in animal form. The title.…
Animal and The Curse of Threes
Below is the back story for my work in progress entitled Animal. Although I may never use this in the final version of the book, I had to know where…
The Color of Nothing Release Day!
I killed my mother.
That's what I think the next morning when I see her on the floor in the kitchen with a puddle of orange juice floating around her.
The Color of Nothing Coming Soon Part 4
What I hope for the real life Darla is the same thing I hoped for my fictional Darla. That she'd get out of her own way. That she'd stop giving up on herself. Because inside both of them is something special, and I want to see them both succeed.
The Color of Nothing Coming Soon #3
I began to hope Darla could succeed. I'd been writing a fictional version (originally entitled Sneakers for obvious reasons) inspired by my experience with Darla.
The Color of Nothing Coming Soon #2
As things began to deteriorate, my husband always said, "We got her too late." Maybe he was right. By the time I met Darla, her path was already set.
If You Stay. A Work in Progress
“I remember the first time he brought you around. I was half in the bag at the time—hell, maybe more like three quarters of the way in, but I remember. He stood up a little straighter, tried to act like a gentleman, even if he didn’t have any idea what that looked like.”