I've been toying with the idea of changing my novel around. This morning I decided to change the point of view from 3rd to 1st-- just to experiment. I've read many 1st person novels and loved them. Right now I'm reading We Were Liars by e. lockhart. If you want to hear a distinctive voice, …
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July was NaNoWriMo month for me. I set a goal of 30K words, figuring a thousand a day would stretch me. Boy, did it ever. I consider writing a fun, yet precise and artful enterprise, but in NaNoWriMo the point is to get your story out as fast as possible. In the writing world this …
"I need to talk to a human," he demanded. "You're just a-- figurehead." Yasin crinkled his nose and reflexively shut his eyes against the whiff of decomposition that slithered into his senses. The stench pervaded the whole block, but it was savagely cloying, this close. Black flies skittered in a turbulent cloud and then settled back …
Bob leads a short-term mission trip to an Indian Reservation in South Dakota. He's not pictured because I can't find one of him. That's Bob. He loves to pour into the lives of others, wanting no credit, no fanfare. Bible author James said I show you my faith by my works. I see Bob's faith in …
[Who says freewriting's worthless? I had nothing today. Zero. I was forced to do constructive domestic things like grocery shop and organize because the etymological muse refused to show. Hearty applause from my husband and children... milk is IN the house.] Novel update: 22K words. I just signed up for a July NaNoWriMo cabin with …
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I, Fred Mynes, of Lunati County, Ohio, declare this to be my last will and testament and hereby revoke any and all Wills and Codicils at any time heretofore made by me. I declare that I am not married and have no children, and that this state of existence is a direct result of my …
Jude could barely guide his truck off to the side of the road, so intense was the jack-hammering of the steering column. The vibrations rocked him all the way up his arms and clattered his teeth like plates. Jude knew instantly what happened. He'd just rolled his eyes about it a few days ago. But …
I have a dream. No, it's not as noble as Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream. But it's mine and if I'm not here (either on social media or in the flesh), it's because I have to run away and join the circus for a bit in order to accomplish it. Time in craft, you understand. …
In January, 2012 I began blogging with zero clue what I wanted to write about or accomplish with my blog. I felt the way I imagine Michael Angelo felt when he was commissioned to paint the Sistine chapel. Put my words out there where millions of people could see... count me in! Of course, the …
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Plato had his cave dwellers. wage. v. To carry on (a war or campaign) Once upon a time there was a tribe of Indians. United, they found they could easily hunt and kill enough buffalo to supply the tribe's hunger. The strategy was to send the strongest hunters first, through the thick and deadly rampage …
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