The thought of what fiction is to me and what it means to me has been on my mind this week. It’s the little spaces in between paragraphs when I’m … Continue reading What fiction is to me.
:TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of suicide. Five years ago I stood on a ledge. I mean this literally. I was in the parking garage of the hotel and casino I worked … Continue reading A ledge, a death, and finding myself.
There is a frustration with writing. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there often enough to give me pause. Not understanding where the story is heading. Not … Continue reading Writing, writing groups, and being a pantser.
The past year I worked on narration and breaking up dialogue with narration. I have an awful habit having long streams of dialogue with the occasional bit of narration thrown … Continue reading Narration, critiques, and improving.
There are days, weeks, and sometimes months that try us. We must get through those days and on to better ones. This past week, was one of these. Celebrities come … Continue reading A Long Week Ends and New Writing Begins.