I miss you today. I miss you often. Some days hit a little different though. Today it's the sound of your voice and how I feel when you look at me - in that way you do - that I'm missing. The way you look at me always knocks me a little off center. Mostly … Continue reading I Miss You Today
Recently, I wrote a post about how I use music to inspire me and keep me going when I'm writing. I thought I'd come back today and share a bit more about what inspires me to start writing a new novel or short story in the first place and how I begin getting the story … Continue reading Writing a Novel ~ Part Two
I’ve tried a million times to tell you. The last time you said, “Is there anything else?” I almost let everything tumble out. There’s a deep canyon between us. We could meet each other halfway - to bridge this divide. But until one of us starts the journey, the words I don’t say, outnumber the … Continue reading It’s the Way You Say my Name
I'm not a great planner when it comes to writing. I'm an artist. I'd rather just follow whatever crazy trail my muse takes me down, as I write. But there are things that inspire me or keep me pressing ahead - though I'm not a huge fan of planning (we're called seat of the pants … Continue reading Writing a Novel ~ Part One
The weather turned a little corner and so did the light. The golden light of autumn is almost enough to convince me that all is right with the world. It gives me a little hope. When we met, I never dreamed what you would mean to me. Knowing you is like knowing another part of … Continue reading The Autumn Light
Photo by: Mike Bifulco Birdie The day everything made sense again, the sweat dripped down my shirt, pooling between my breasts and running down my back. I longed for a swift and harsh southern thunderstorm to rip through town, cooling everything in its wake – including me. But I’m not that lucky. Standing in the … Continue reading A Thousand Years
I am a writer. Except for the part where I don't write because ____________ {insert excuse, here}. So as a reminder to myself . . . I opened a file in Word I hadn't seen in awhile. I am a writer. I should, you know, write more. Here's an excerpt from a novel idea. I am … Continue reading Mermaids
