Happy Valentine’s Day, inklings. I say that a bit tongue-in-cheek. The husband and I do cards and sort-of flowers: He brings them home, gives them to me, and then they live in the bathroom behind closed doors because Pippin thinks they’re her salad. Some years we go out on a Valentine’s date, but it doesn’t …
Hile, wordslingers! With neither ado nor adon’t, Ima splat you right in the face with a lemon meringue writing advice pie. It’s November, and that means NaNoWriMo, and though I ain’t perticipatin’, I know there’re plenty of you crazy kids out there who might need a little scribbling inspiration as the end of Week One …
Hile, inkslingers, ne’er-do-wells, and sundry, I’ve been neglecting the blog again of late. But I have good reason. A depression low-point struck, and I’ve been self-medicating with Netflix. Also, I was sick with another of my lovely sinus infections, so it’s taken me a bit to bounce back from that. But I’m trying to get …
“Everyone has talent. What is rare is courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.” –Erica Jong Once upon a time, I got stuck and needed rescuing, and the above quote pulled me up out of the sucking quagmire. *squelches* Now, my darlingest readers, in order to help you understand just …
Hile, my beloved inklings. I hope this finds you in fine fettle and pie. This is yet another post that has gestated long in my Drafts folder. Its conception occurred when I watched the first of Peter Jackson’s Hobbit movies, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, and then read John Scalzi’s review of the same. Since …
When it comes to art, even personalities that aren’t perfectionist suddenly descend into weird, nit-picky hangups. “It doesn’t look right.” “It doesn’t look real enough.” The one who never alphabetizes her books will develop a dire need for right angles and even planes. The one who can’t keep his pantry in any semblance of order …
Thanks to the following tweets a while back, this post wrote itself. You’re welcome. Make sure your heroines can’t get taken out by an easy crossbow shot, y’all. __________________ You might also find of interest: Can We Bare It Or Bear It: The Breasts of Superheroines.
This post has been languishing in Drafts for a couple of eternities. I think it began life as a comment I left on someone else’s blog — possibly Chuck Wendig’s. I thought it worth sharing here. What’s the scariest book you ever read? House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski “The Fall of the House …
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, so I’m finally posting a poem. Better late than never, right? ; ) I wrote this the day after I came upon my Grandpa sitting in his rocking chair in the sun room, peering toward the outside beyond the window, and quietly singing “Amazing Grace” and …
Odd ramblings, dumb huamn tricks, and a novel-writing update! Bazinga!