We novelists slam headfirst into this particular wall all the time: Finish first draft, sit back with sigh of contentment. Languidly reach for mouse or mousepad, click “wordcount” in the dropdown menu of whatever word processor suits our fancy. Sit back once more. This time with the horrid sensation of paralyzing shock. As far …
My weekly post at Unstressed Syllables is up! Head on over and read about my pixie haircut and how I can’t let lifelong perfectionism turn me into a writing hermit. đŸ™‚
My thinking time happens whenever I just let my mind wander. Like a kid, it comes back to me with its hands and pockets stuffed full of all sorts of oddities…
Thanks to inspiration from El Edwards and Judy Dunn, I’ve wanted to try my “hand” (i.e. face and voice?) at video blogging about the connection between my dreams and my writing. So here’s the result. Happy viewing!
Yesterday, photographers, model, husband, and I drove 2 1/2 hours northwest of Oklahoma City to Great Salt Plains State Park. Our goal: shooting the cover art for my novel Colors of Deception, due out in less than 4 weeks…
Today, I thought that I would move on to Part 3 of my Confessions, but as I sit down to write, I find that it cannot yet be so. I need to dig a little deeper and give account…
I have a weekly column called “What I Learned About Writing This Week” on my friend Aaron Pogue’s blog.
Now, I must needs pick up a different thread and follow that into the creative tangle. That thread, my darlings, is the religious one.
Over time, I developed a view of God that ate away at my soul like a ravaging disease. Somehow, I came to believe that the only way I could make God happy was to sacrifice whatever I held most dear about myself. And, of course, what I prized most about myself was my creativity…
Most darlingest readers, from the feedback you’ve given me on Tuesday’s post, I see that it struck a chord with many of you. On one hand, I’m glad to know that, as it tells me I’m doing some good by embarking upon this journey of creative confession. On the other hand, I’m sad to know that my “Confessions” resonate with you, because I know it means you’ve suffered through your own creative shackles…
As a large, flippered, marine mammal once said, the time has come to talk of other things. But these aren’t easy things like shoes and sealing wax, dear readers. These are hard things, and they’re things it hurts me to talk about. I need to talk about them…but the telling comes with a painful price. …