Pixie Cuts, Perfectionism, and Publishing
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. 🙂
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. 🙂
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!
I have some Virtue Trap Quiz results to share with you!
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…
(Or: Confessing My Creative Recovery, Pt. 2) Awhile back, I promised to do a series of posts on Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. This might or might not be the first post in that series. I don’t know yet. I’ve been keeping myself pretty well confined to Confessions of late, so after today, I might …
Smee: I’ve just had an apostrophe. Hook: I think you mean an epiphany. Smee: Lightning has just struck my brain. Sometimes, my darlingest readers, lightning-esque is exactly how apostrophes happen. They’re pretty cramazing when they happen, but I must admit they do leave one somewhat stupefied with shock. In Pt. 1 of my Confessions, I …
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…