Top 10 Writerly Fears; Also, #NaNoWriMo
Dear inklings, it is National Novel Writing Month! and I have a couple thousand more words to pound out tonight. So, without further ado or adon’t, here is a top ten list to entertain you!
Category: Courtney / Creativity
Music To Demon By
My dear inklings, I realized I’ve been remiss in sharing my writing music with you. So, without further ado or adon’t, here are my playlists for the first two novels in the Demons of Saltmarch Series, as well as characters and scenes the music inspired….
Growing Up in Bowel Town: Marauders
I grew up in the German city of Darmstadt, which literally translates to “Bowel City,” which I choose to render as “Bowel Town” because it sounds funnier. My first home in Darmstadt was an apartment building at Roßdörferstraße 55, which loosely translates to “Horse-Village Street” — I swear I am not making this up…
German Rye Bread Recipe
It’s a yummy German bread recipe! Come see! Bake and be merry!
Booty-Gouty Flips My Bangerang Switch
So. If you are… …one of my followers on Twitter, someone considering following me on Twitter, or someone considering joining Twitter and then following me… …I feel it’s only fair to let you know what you’ve gotten / what you’re getting yourself into. You see, sometimes, on Twitter, it starts out simple. Like a conversation …
10 Things I’d Rather Do Than Fight a Zombie Elf
10 Things I’d Rather Do Than Fight a Zombie Elf, in random order…
In Which I Think My Navel Is Helpful
Here are links to five of my guest posts for UnstressedSyllables.com. I hope they encourage you in living a bolder, more passionate writing life!
Get Shorty
So, in case you haven’t seen me mention it on Twitter, I’m tickled pink to be involved in The Consortium‘s upcoming short story magazine publication. In fact, I’ve been so tickled pink about it, I dug out the former prologue to one of my high fantasy novels, intending to use said former prologue as my …
All I Have to Do Is Dream
Last night, I dreamed that vampires were chasing me. I wasn’t myself; instead, I was a little girl, about 6 or 7 years old. I was at a truck stop of some sort, next to a lonely, deserted highway. Only a few other customers were in the truck stop. I think I was eating a meal when the vampires came in…
Be Honest — Was I Snoring?
Sweet inklings, I’ve found another bloggèd gem: Jennifer Brown’s post about owning our time and taking back the power we’ve given away. Jennifer talks about how we so often settle for “backseat driving” through life, instead of getting behind the wheel ourselves. Instead of following our dreams, we content ourselves (however resentfully) with sitting …